
living in quicksand,
since the 70’s
even my super-mod mesh shirt can’t contain my emotions.
free them, either
Exposé nerves tangle in the tag,
and
dangling medallions catch in the Net;
wardrobe otherwise
be·lied,
be·witched,
and
…uh…
be·malfunctioned.
sTrandiNg senTiments completely
starkers,
skin-free
raw,
do I not bleed
buff
ed: & unable to respire
Energy, too,
energy can be tapped, too.
–juh ever notice this—
the Original siphon
vibrating in unsecured wifi
drained
kickin’ it like hackey
sack
and spreading like an
oil spill
(or perfume)
depending on perspective,
and whether you’re all
ready
drowning
or not
or mer’ely
walking downwind…
©Karen Robiscoe
June 13, 2015 





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