May 17, 2015 
Comments Off on Dry Fly Toast
Marge
–the bookworm–
fell asleep
(reading Kafka, incidentally, but that’s neither here nor there. Forced to say: it was mostly there)
you couldn’t blame her
she was pupa
(gave an inch that seemed a mile)
and upon waking
found
herself in
a no fly zone.
(SWAT team at the ready)
Imagine.
A onetime caterpillar in a no
butter fly
zone
(pain in the nectar, really)
so
she
compromised
~Margarine~
so ©opyrighted it isn’t funny
(well, it’s a little funny)
🙂
Karen
May 5, 2015 Comments Off on Context is Everything
I’m all mixed up
jumble
–drawin’ a blank
scrabble
–cant seem to find the right way to say
word find
opposing views don’t always need such vehement expression
cross words
such expression can go over the top
hangman
be misconstrued
bee miss Spelled
turn 15 minutes into
black magic squares
render sentiments into
re’sentiments
aka
Ghosts.
©Karen Robiscoe
April 26, 2015 Comments Off on Ewe Got Plenty of Mutton
I’ll never be part of the heard…
I’ll always be art of the said,
the speaker of all those BIG words,
the herd cant get out of their head.
Not shaven, not shortened, not sheared–
but growing by virtue of speech.
sweet nothings that fill up the ears,
of sheep designated for fleece.
I’ll never remind you of ewe…
My wool can negate your ram.
spoken, or spiel’ed, or spew
knit sweaters with letters—I can!
Not Mary, not Jesus, not law
will ever describe me as lamb,
the chops that I got are in jaw–
the thoughts that I jot are mint jam.
©Karen Robiscoe
April 25, 2015 Comments Off on 6th Sense
stars & storms & stolen stuff
feet & hands & hands you bluff
marooned & moonwalk
–roll & rock
lakes and senses
done o’clock
smackin’ palms &
brittle fish
kickin’ back &
smokin’ this
cigars & sadness
e•le•ments
share this common
–can you guess?
©Karen Robiscoe
the “Where’s Waldo?” of this…uh…pentameter…;)
stars
category 5
5 finger discount
feet
hands
5 card draw
Maroon 5
Jackson 5
Great Lakes
senses
quittin’ time
high 5
starfish
take five
pot leaves
5 ¢ cigars
5 Lamentations
5 Elements
April 24, 2015 Comments Off on What Rabbits do at the Beach
shadowboxing sundials, I
tilt tides to
fashion an
hourglass,
meticulously counting
allowed
every grain of sand
on shore as it
ebbs
&
flows
&
turns time to
dust.
starts again
talk
that ticks heartbeat’s
murmured measure
underscoring Muzak
that loops
all background
banned
~in a frayed bow~
—in string—
&
knot
&
moon phrases
from the
Dark Side
of
Pink.
©Karen Robiscoe
April 22, 2015 Comments Off on Char’Coal Styk #8
I am
built, baby—
oooWee,
I am–
like a stack’a bricks, I tell ya’
(mostly yell’ah)
and I don’t mean to be
graphemic
but you should see the
set of tittles I got on me
!!
just above my
i i
zuh
they’re somethin’, all right.
Xtra
long
&
Xtra thick
my polar opposite
&
woven through with moths
–drawn in
by their shadow–
©Karen Robiscoe
April 21, 2015 Comments Off on Knows 4 numbers: 1, Infinity, Ole Blue Eyes, and Pie
she was my
five o’clock shadow
skippin’ skeet
6 of 1
and half-dozen of the
other
7 come eleven
and kee-razy
8
a solid 9
number 9, number 9, number 9
on the
EGBDF
scale
FACE it.
It balanced out…
weight! weight! weight!
(the power of 3’s)
there’s 1 or 2 things you might not know
(alphabetically speaking)
first—she didn’t believe in time
and
B,
she couldn’t tell it
(it heard, but didn’t really listen)
and
in summation,
only used clocks
as a verb.
hickory-dickory
duck.
©Karen Robiscoe
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