Sometimes a poem needs
to be fresh scrubbed.
needs brushin’, and washin’ and undoin’
Gee…say it ain’t so!
all make up gleaned & cleaned &
“once upon a times” unclipped.
Pretend pinned to the crown,
upbraiding the hare
pixie dust swept up,
and glitter removed—
…
well
…
to the extent one can remove glitter—
basted seems of
alter egos
let out,
metaphors
bade farewell at sics
& seven,
and similes simplified, like,
spittin’ mouthwash Rorschachs,
and it’s a task that lends itself to itself, really…
the puffy allusions work wonderfully well with a little
oil, baby,
wiping away writer’s black without
raccoon,
(banned it!)
&
papers blotting
lip-
stuck on
happy ever after.
©Karen Robiscoe
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