Strip Mine

free verse

isn’t free




a collaged intuition

and sonnets are no cheaper.

gotta give ‘im props
phonetic dance that strips

–laying bare–

the front

nice vessels!

and façade


and tasseled tender spots

‘til only pasty flesh remains

as obliquely dressed populace watches…

sounding the words out loud

making it rain

Chucking bucks

and killing

the wagging dog

that mirrors reflect

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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