Parts of Sumthin’

CHARRONS CHATTER dba Karen Robiscoe, in an interesting twistthe bus to


(in Wonderland)

was short

and took me…uh…


–speeding with Bollocks

an’ no key

it dropped off steeply

–no spire inside interwoven fingers, and believe me, they were plenty laced

and falling so rapid-ly, I

wasn’t even bunny, and

I for sure

wasn’t tardy

in any sense

though considerably over-do

–and late in book,

so ass over teakettle

was I

I couldn’t even whistle

wolf a’tall—

nor notice

—for that matter—

a Musing minutiae

evidencing on descent

–but here’s an itemized list, anyway:

penny punnies

(cents of humor)

and shocked clocks

–hands to face at precisely 9 and 3—

uncensored cats,

and scores of babbling biker babes

–chicks imbalanced–

suggestive snacks at bottom

holy unnecessary

scarcely communion– these crackers at ground level

and no high table with key

or low one, ether

netting or webbing wound through


–that again—

I found I was not

no roots to drug self up, neither

here nor there

so I clawed my way up top in that cliché way one claws

a talon at a time, and

hella dirty

(on the surface)

once more—


for going transit

I ran



(and is there 1 or 2 g’s in ragged?)




–alla way home.



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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