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Keeps my Neck from Unraveling

I’ve retrofitted my brain

‘got my Feng Shui on…

–plugged pot holes in my neural pathways

a bush & two birds

seismic-proofed my cortical bridge

a still rock’s moss

switched out the frontal lobe with the temporal

tree on which limb I reside

and widened all axons…

without permit

–why, what I’ve done with the den-

drites alone should make Better Poems & Gardens!

it wasn’t brain surgery

the removal of head from ass helped proprietary value, and

southern star

my hippo campus is so empty there’s room enough for dorms—

maybe there is—I forget

–plus hippo!

©Karen Robiscoe

Weird Deconstruction

lose

AM

(i)

from

BE

an’

C

C if that

am-bi-ance

doesn’t suit better.

 

(note: for you wordsmiths out there I’ve employed a variant spelling–though legit!–for ambience)

Keepin’ Kitty

scared_cat
 
There are consequences

consequences to cat walking

~~off leash…
 
 
 
on dog beach, especially;

the spare dogs being the least of the cat’s problem

Birds are the problem.

Phoenixes, particularly.

(the wake of Immaculate Vultures)

Bred from

unbordered bonfires,

(set by dry D.O.C. drunks)

these hybrids of Fire & Spirit

have a taste for uncradled cats.

and that’s skipping the

murder factor entirely–

Crows circling nearby

> on the wings of a thousand clichés <

grimly reap

any

pray

–so long as it’s alive–

(and resistin’!)

assisted

by the grimmest raptor

still…

Portent-Us owls

& strictly messengers for

RSVP—these birds invariable lateness is a

synchronicity, as the fallout

of chronically tardy folks proves substantial.

 

 ©Karen Robiscoe

Dry Fly Toast

Bread_Butter_6

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

happy_butterfly_2

~Margarine~

so ©opyrighted it isn’t funny

(well, it’s a little funny)

🙂

Karen

ped: I cure

join author Karen Robiscoe at CHARRON's CHATTER for humorous writing, funny verses, and interesting opinions
 
eschew the beaten path

–that’s a given–
 
 
pavement is for pedestrians!

People in

penny loafers,

pretending at progress, & perusing their pose in patina;

puh-leaze.

‘wouldn’t want to be in their

–a’shoes. a’shoes, a’shoes–

God bless me very much, or at least 3x over.

Favor the shoulder instead

(despite its frigidity, it’s an intermittent necessity)

It hosts the

ball.

besides

It cradles the

soul.

reliably.

and hey. If none of that floats your boaters,

bare foot.

(yes, bare it)

walk on coals, and

blaze a trail of your own.

©Karen Robiscoe

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

 

Ewe Got Plenty of Mutton

small-dancing-abba

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