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Can’t Farm Out Everything

meds

an ounce of prevention

is worth pounds of cure,

since the cure is so often

>this close<

to poison

check the toe tag

label

and that goes for all maladies, body and soul, the

pop-pop

fist-fist

of anger

doesn’t dissolve as readily in

seltzer as say, I do

in tears,

saline solution

the dregs of any

drug-like remedy

grounded in madness

is that an oxymoron?

and so predictable

am I?

it’s

>this close<

to generic

cut/rate rage

that’s cheaper by the

Big Box

rope a dope

and ultimately more costly

is that another oxymoron?

so keeping a lid on it

am I?

is best foil—untested.

so incredibly copyrighted

K. Robiscoe

Mat’ née

Video_film_4

Penn liked DeeDee,

deeply, he

favored sleeveless ink of she

she in turn thought he was neat, an’

so it was this liking Dee’Penned.

 

Pat & Tina got together

in a storm—in rainy weather

‘brellied cover was arena

for buffing raindrops

to Pat’Tina…

 

Matt & Ur’sla young

and sweet

on each other, surely,

test of time

proved sublime

and found their love Mat’Uring.

The Beau in Beautiful

bare_tree

Surrounded by

dying forest,

he watered: corvettes,

feeding the animal inside

instead of cats—

outside.

breaking natural laws,

he sliced coded silence

to laud ignorance

camping in luxury

–minus the glam—

collecting objet

d’art→

pinpoints on which to balance

scuffed sole.

cHatTeR bOx

 

the aRt of

and heat in hate

is broken part

of puck or saint

not soul

not sign

just common plaint

on down the line

from low to great

its mimicry

beyond charade

true–different climes

refute its weight

still

timbRe

falls

at

silent

gate

unheard

(by all)

a would-be state

a wisdom that

could satiate

that long defined

a

torn

embrace

a filial

base

or learned mate

persistent

~roar~

will resOnate

with rest of Pride

within the 8

refusing lie

of tannic fate

from water

–wine–

a potent

grape.

xTra Bounds (needed)

 
mirrors crest & crash—

reflect splintered water

(that)

conceals Jaws

(that)

breaks eyelids

(that)

face-plants grit.

palms grip

beach towel

/sand

/seaweed

clinging to an earth

(that)

spins too fast

and shivering with deepest cold.

Beyond briny absolutions,

Fear

colors

(that fly)

starts

(that don’t)

and off

Cape

(altogether)

unable to leap

skyscrapers,

(after all)

and

slower than

sniper shot

(that)

kills the bird

there, up in the sky—

–there.

Look.

©Karen Robiscoe

Rap it Up…

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRON's CHATTER

Tabby tells

things she shouldn’t,

spilling beans

she said she wouldn’t,

through side of lips

she’ll kiss and tell–

Tabby is a

n’er do well..

her motor mouth

shoots rapid-fire,

dishing dirt

a constant crier,

a whistle that forever blows

Tabby keeps you in the know…

She unbags cat

~no Schrodinger~

and talks such smack

to totes strangers,

she chats you up at wait for bus,

but keep an eye

Tab’s dangerous…

she’ll toss you under

just because,

so if you want

to keep the peace,

don’t tell Tab

she writes the beats,

for gossip rags you might avoid,

because of course,

Tab’s a ‘bloid.

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