Tattoos.
we all live
> like bad ink<
in a
tramp stamp culture
Yellow
both (but-butts)
Subterfuge
reveal viewer
bi·ASS
Yellow Subterfuge
as much as the
Yellow Subterfuge
mark…
©K Robiscoe
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Moon Unit
April 5, 2014 
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The green flash at sunset is rare,
beautiful,
worth squinting to see, especially since
Moon-days dawn
after its green light
and in their nascence, dreams.
Bookcases of sheet music
(the thread count of Sun-day)
exactly 6 days away, now
and equi-distance to the Dark Side
Yet bewitched as the Moon is
by her Star’s brilliance,
The very light that illuminates her sends her off course
spinning Through-days in a lunacy of orbit
rendering
Wends-day elliptically long,
an epic boomerang that guarantees low tide
Thirs-ty for different seas,
Moondays hitchhike through galaxies
of cosmic Sees
(always phonetic, right?)
& tides rise & ebb & pinch.
time Fry-ing against gridded bed of empty tide pools.
Sadder-days for the Moon girl,
missing the Sun.
©Karen Robiscoe
masQue
April 3, 2014 6 Comments
her face was white
* pure white *
pitted dates where the eyes should be…
feathers grew from her head & shoulders
–cut in the manner of hair–
vestigial wings peaked her interest
& vexed wonder piqued mine
I reached out,
(unmasking her)
kissing that dissatisfied lip…
©K Robiscoe
Dark Horse
March 21, 2014 Comments Off on Dark Horse
They exalt show ponies that place
–the rest excreted as glue
and dog food
while Mustangs
–willing exiles–
suffer no examination,
excision
> or excuse<
finding excellence—unspurred.
©Karen Robiscoe
I Figure 8
March 16, 2014 8 Comments
I am weird.
Yeah.
>strange<
uh-huh, and lately—a little weirder.
I am good with that handle, though.
Weird = wild & unscripted
Mass = energy squared
Disturbed = fallout
and Weapons of Mass Disturbance
render marvelous fallout.
Fallout that endures, & naturally, too.
Think of:
disturbed water
Waterfallling
& waving
&…uh…rapid’ing
only few intrepid enough to ride.
Think of:
disturbed earth
quaking & shifting
great slabs of crust insisting on marvelous peaks
unseen or scaled
by the more grounded man.
Think of:
disturbed core
roiling & spewing
effluvium that
creates islands
of solid stone
hardly any can inhabit.
(permits are a bitch to get, mostly)
Yeah, I’ll take that disturbing label.
That “weird” handle.
If it makes you feel better, but I won’t wear clothes to suit anymore.
Gloves, either.
I will wear my madly
“mis-matched” outfits
mix plaids with ruched satin
tulle with burlap & spikes
short-shorts with turtlenecks
colors of rainbow disregarded,
and no storms necessary for this light show.
I will be impeccable,
as I out
~fit~
hemming in vestments to intricate
Tease & Eyes
flaunting my awesome figures
(all 8’s)
my hourglass shaped
in finite Time
tilted sidewise toward infinite
–possibility
the sands running through me
–shore.
©Karen Robiscoe
Feb Brew Worry
March 11, 2014 Comments Off on Feb Brew Worry
February.
It’s an unrelenting month.
as cold and uncompromising
as the iron that fronts it
Fe…h
as brutal and as bruising
as the
bru·ja
hidden inside it
–bubblin’ & boilin’
on the downlow
so…minus the HaHa
until one day–
(and quick, ’cause it’s a short month)
–wham! right in the kisser.
For some it’s a Valentine’s kisser, and in that sense
quite enjoyable
–but not for long—
the February Blues get everybody
in the end, since it’s an exit date.
…
Funny…
(funny weird, not funny HaHa, but I think we covered that)
such an exacting month is subject to change
to Leap years
(though it ought to just leap itself)
and restructure itself without warning.
Roaring like a Lion
Battering like a Ram
Jamming horn and bloody claw
against the sudden cohesion
of March…
©Karen Robiscoe
Pan’s Posture
March 7, 2014 2 Comments
U can’t get mad at faeries,
especially demon faeries,
it isn’t good for anyone concerned…
no, never.
It’s not as if it’s the demon faerie’s fault.
Luci in the Skiff with Demons
assigns as she will
an’ that’s all there is to it,
particularly if a faerie gets the business end of the Pitch’
(the big Pitch)
as the 8th circle
as residence
is an eternal ass pain
& makes one quite sidewise, for all the precognition, cheap knock-offs, and flattery
…
as anyone in the 7th circle has already told you, I’m sensing
…
Q: when are 2 circles 1, yet infinite, and still only part of 9?
A: see Dante…
It isn’t as if a demon faerie doesn’t do good while she’s here, too,
along with the requisite # of shenanigans
–spritely activities to spite that Pitchy Bitches intent–
but the end justifies,
doesn’t it?
well, maybe
But you can’t look for nobility in demons.
You can appreciate the extreme duality a hybrid represents, however.
chiefly 1 on 1
since 2x the trinity
is 6, and—well, you see where I’m going with this
>not in Bedrock, anymore<
to Hellywood & Back because that’s beside the *points*….
Y the number of people
inspired
guided
and brought together by a demon faerie can be profound
–to an outside observer.
Not the demon faerie, though.
Not to brag, but I set the bar, here.
Uninspired & posing ways to lose herself.
It’s how it is, was, and must be– it seems–
yes, always.
©Karen Robiscoe
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