December 11, 2013 
And now,
now you are always in school…
Measured by
believable
pixelated yardsticks
a slice on the bias
that slaps
pictured apples,
orange paintings, and
full-on lemon poetry with umbrella measure
–umbrellas the stoners can’t manage
since they wear skullcaps,
and hang out behind the church getting high…
Skyscraping comparisons are made
— different trains on the same track
blue-printing incidental white lies
in instant if forced word problems
that chalk up hourly.
like flies on seriously rotted cafeteria food.
(a selection of diamonds, meerkats, and tomatoes)
but really,
how often do those things blend
outside of news streams?
Stone Soup
& 20 questions?
Highest heels ricochet down interminable halls
>the ones no one wears for long<
echoing with authority
but the cool kids
were never in the building
they went off campus for lunch
and never came back…
Never noticed
your mad moves
my sick skills
and
his individuated conformity
that scribbles across yearbooks
(or 50x a day book)
who cares if the picture rubberstamped
(Mr. President, in each instance)
is photo bombed
its transcendent caption
just the littlest bit obscene…
As long as the vote’s in
for deepest lies.
©Karen Robiscoe
Charron's Chatter 
And that’s why I hated school.
That and the bullies
you are so talented! kudos~
Cindy, thank you. 🙂 You say the nicest things. 🙂
Been away for a few days and wanted to make sure I get to wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas 🙂
Oh Ahardrain…you too! I hope it is as blessed as the first one. 🙂