I jumped into

the abyss,

and from

the Pit,

sought the start of a moor–
 

–scrabblin’ through scree, and

leaving lanes

of misrouted memory to

trip up its road

–a longing unwinding—

in a curious hurry

for thinner air.

©Karen Robiscoe

a scribbler of literature,

& liberal with ligatures,

I twittered my bad noose…

with characters so limited

subliminally

(inhibited)

a progress that is

p r i m i t i v e,

i mashed the o‘s with the u‘s…

indebted then

admittedly

to messages transmitted–

–key

sentiments

were missing, see,

truncated

& confused…

addendums

made belatedly,

to badly

conjugated

tweets,

were slated

for a time release,

but failed to make debut…

now stuck

with graphemes

crushed & cramped,

i wonder if my

rush to rant,

was optimum in

aftermath,

or if my use

of hashtags

–scant—

kiboshed

peer review…

to sum it up

I caution those,

incapable of

shortened quotes,

to choose a network

better fo’

avowals lone & loose.

 ©Karen Robiscoe

 
I am prisoner

and warden

writing (life) sentences

without

mer

sea.

dribs & drabs of ink splotch:

Pollack, Rorschach, &

Woodstock…

©Karen Robiscoe