June 25, 2015 
Comments Off on Equi-knocks
despite all her sewing
and all her weeping
She seemed-stressed—
her·vest outgrown
and the crop
circular, which meant little to
a grounded person
unlike herself
but much to
God-driven
chariots—
an odd conveyance with which to plough,
and more cumbersome still than camels’
when it came time to gather
yucca
and re-thread
that needled
eye.
June 25, 2015 Comments Off on What is it–Office Sir?
If you want to be happy in your job–
–pick the place you work.
–don’t let it pick you.
don’t delay until a: “help wanted” sign
hangs,
don’t look for a classified
add,
don’t bother with word of mouth, or wait for an
opening,
go there
in person.
–in your Monday best
–in swagger you put on–
–in dress shoes that impress–
(leaving loafers in the closet)
your
resume
just the >teeniest<
bit fudged.
…
what else, what else, what else!
for God’s sake know the date,
& bring a pen…
Spell your name rite,
spell the company’s name rite,
and above all–
–complement!
complement
where complement’s
do.
©Karen Robiscoe
June 24, 2015 Comments Off on Daisy May…
a gardener by trade
& indispensable,
he liked to arrange flowers
after hours,
and had his pick…
birds in paradise
forgotten nots
and rosebuds
by the dozen
grafts, too
the only
blossom
he favored
(for lapel)
half-plucked—
tearing too easily
& every shed petal
whispering:
I love you
as it falls to his feet
(making arrangements challenging)
a ringless poesie
in need of center.
©Karen Robiscoe
June 23, 2015 Comments Off on sleepin’ with the fishies
some days are more: wu wei
than woo-whee…
goin’ with the flow, instead of jumpin’ upstream
against the current
the NOW
which
again
is
more wu wei…
©Karen Robiscoe
June 23, 2015 Comments Off on Unscripted Java
a coffee machine onna fritz,
I have no filter.
I espresso too much.
the said-i-meant catching
on unpapered Net
almost purposely
sometimes more
sometimes less
depending on mud,
measure,
and
humanity
humility
humidity–
that doesn’t amount to a hilla beans anyway, since these–
perks get lost
in the drop-drop-drop,
and the drip-drip-drip,
of day-to-day grind…
and though my brew is not bitter,
it’s too strong
like zee bull, strong
like zee battery-acid strong
and the body
never comes through…
arguably the bean’s finest feature
to top it off,
I whip froth.
a latte, latte froth,
and while this suits the mix,
the starred-bucks queue in over-priced cap & chinos
I’ve already pressed points
of no recycle
straining grounds.
©Karen Robiscoe
June 22, 2015 Comments Off on Ark•tick•talk
after hesitation
I paused,
losing or,
I stopped short,
far from harbor
I shipwrecked,
kindling new fire
with the only or left
–had it been or right, I’d have used it a’sea—
I divined,
and though the burn melted what
little ice floe remained,
the smoke
~singed~
~signaled~
&
~signed~-
and design I did…
stranded in time that bore no stigmatizing measure.
hearing the silence
I perceived.
a lens of truest sight.
June 22, 2015 Comments Off on eye wood, but–
you can say what you want
and what you believe–
out it
and shout it
and wear it on sleeve,
exhort it,
report it,
in-depth or in brief–
declare it
and swear it
from rooftop and eave,
state it
orate it
in welcome release,
feel it,
and seal it,
yet always appeal it
appending three-letter reprieve:
take a deep breath
that borders a sigh,
add the term:
“but”
to all you imply,
to wash white on words
and make them a lie,
to cast doubt on first
and play either side,
to know right, but wrong,
and thus justify
retractions, redactions
and subsequent actions,
with
“but”
interspersed
in aside….
©Karen Robiscoe
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