Add-man

and right away

he has a hankering for Ribs.
 

Enter Even.

someone’s got to cook, and

Odds are, the fruit plate will

excite goose-bumps

–the start’her a Venom Appetizer

followed by spot-on desserts

> I’m lying–it’s just more fruit <

dress codes,

and the first argument ever

over “who ordered what”

Delivery and take-out only–

–Garden seating is booked.

Breathe.

like Tillamook

like bait dogs

like wartime amputees

Exhale.
 

severed by degrees

separated from purpose

tagged, monitored, and roped off

Breathe.

a democracy spelt in all CAPITALS

the population a schoolyard politick

no one will give up their spit wad scud missiles

Exhale.

(T minus 10 and counting)

their cherry bomb napalms

(hey high five!)

Breathe.

their vomiting super models

(counterfeit lunch ladies)

their Beamer standard

Exhale.

(a two-faced mirror, since the other car is a Vespa)

the poor penalized

like a voiceless world of Sneetches

Breathe.

(docter’ette of Seuss and otherwise)

lacking stars on their bellies

and fifty cents a day.

Exhale.

This year

I’ll be better

I swear to the letter

sincerest

go-getter

no fears or

regrets here

no tear, grease

or sweat here

no arrear on my

debt here

no turning

from pressure

no volunteer

> fetter <

the best me here ever

all cheer

and no fret here

–I’ll only get better–

I swear to the letter!

…

(this year)

©Karen Robiscoe

the Faces of

mYth

change

Over

time

starting

oUt

perfect

marred then by lines–

rails

&

regales

&

tall tales

&

bee ess

…

mUst

be the

Reason

They change so,

I guess.

when I play sports

golf /__ ………. o…….

or

—pool→→o → o …..

or bowling ——-O→→→ IIIIIIIIII

>>batting, catching, tossing<<

any kind of aiming thing

when I play sports like that,

I rocket alone!

I get

Birdeez,

Skunks,

and even

Turkeys, alla time–

(dog-earing Homer)

I swear.

Scouts honor.

….

I can’t ever

make the

( basket (

when people watch, though,

< the corner pocket <

that c-r-a-c-k-i-n-g connection

or tin cup, either,

(o(

and that presents a problem

>>Forever a gremmie, never a prose<<

A real problem.

I have to ask everyone behind me

to turn around

when I

T – off.

sometimes you crave

chocolate cake

death by chocolate

but can only find

a Lifesaver

(between couch cushions)

dusty buttered rum

that sucks

and you still want cake

but you eat that Lifesaver, anyway

–stomach turning.