April 11, 2014 
Charon’s Ferry
(bait and tackle)
set up shop near River Styx,
at its nexus
south of Texas
selling river-crossing trips,
the only charge
to ride that barge
a coin between your lips
assuming death
has stopped your breath
when booking you on ship….
& once aboard
with demon horde
you’ll find there’s much to do,
since power boats
don’t cross the moat
between Abyss and you,
>at very least<
that Charon beast
expects you work the crew,
so bring a paddle
like other chattel
‘fore jumpin’ on canoe.
Then feel free
(the last you’ll be)
to look around the lake,
some residents
¡were presidents!
but there’s no Watergate
no Hoover dam
but Dick’s herb and
that’s mood Depressing shake
(Herb shovels sh*t
around the Pit
with pointless, taxing rakes)
There’s Bordens, too
and Gorgons, who
are not as stoned as last time
it’s best to peek
with glance oblique
since stoning is their pastime,
avoiding stares
(& whispered prayers)
should save you from that cast eye
a payoff huge
since Pan will use
your stones for breaking glass shrines…
But when you dock
across the Loch
make sure your hands aren’t idle
as Devil loves
his ownsome gloves
not yours—that sh*t’s just libel
assist offload
as if you’re Job
both actual, and Bible,
secure the gang–
way,try to hang–
way back in case of tidal
↓ ebb & flow ↑
of flames can throw
you face to face with idols.
(a closing tip)
(there’s no round trip)
(your destination’s final)
©Karen Robiscoe
Charron's Chatter 
that flowed swiftly… specially
“with a coin between your lips
assuming death
has stopped your breath
when booking you on ship” 🙂
you are so perceptive, PP! That’s exactly the point the rhyme scheme took shape, and became what it was. There’s always an existent flow to a poem, I think, the writer has only to search diligently for it–and then the Muse flows like wine. 😉
You have such a gorgeous way with words my friend.
From a lady with such a keen eye, I am encouraged and pleased to read this! Thank you, Laurie! 😀