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Cryptic Nite

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER
 
sitting duck

I faced—stood,

sucker blew,

and skin thickened
 
 
–a snake in reverse,

and molten,

the opposite

of outburst,

ashen,

different than pendulum,

granite,

all day to day drama

–reel life

a tearjerkin’

whodunit

romantic

thriller

–that’s strictly indie,

‘cuz

frontin’s worse

–disowning my

“humanity”

in quotes, because we can

beso

beastly.

kid glove failure

a soul denial and

hefty price

–when time is money

and attention currency.

Well, fellow human,

toys are us,

and we’re pretend–

and yet.

–if I cut you,

do I not bleed?

Rain Reign…Go Away

rain_rain

eye storm chase.

jealous of

surrounding maelstrom–

under black umbrella

I beat rain.

blue-ribbon mind

blocking grey and gold

to collapse

para sol

(for sun)

and slicker

(than some)

I seek refuge

from elements

pursued–nevertheless.

for soothe,

only drumming water

breaches cracks

and drenches beast within

cowering from

down

pour–

–that melting,

wicked bitch.

Call Waiting

small diane sketch

she’ll die tomorrow

–gun in hand

hand that guided

pastel

before pistol,

color

before dolor, and

paint

before pain,

will trigger

an end game

she can…ah…live with

–Russian Roulette

grown tiresome.

Loading every

monkey in that barrel,

she’ll cry rough

–for the last time–

punch buttons

to bells

to voice mail unheard.

she’ll die tomorrow

(all over again)

gun in hand.

 

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