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Linked bracelets keep arms from flying,

and money-colored nails crucify palms in pointed, pointless stigmata

Curb but create a fisting problem, along with

matching ring cuffs which

Eyeballed size is so off eventual amputation

is a shoo in,

and ultimate, future ice-breaker, besides.

as in: “nice nubs–is that hereditary?”

 

Belt skips leg up loops

but bands gut feeling

(more effective than surgery for wait control)

while thinking caps damn overflowing brains

though some synapses spill out that little flap in the back, anyway. . .

That flap that gives way altogether on the swelled heads lockering average minds

releasing collateral mediocrity into the atmosphere like so many GHG’s.

 

Jackrabbit feet

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(start and stop and start and stop and start and stop and so on—losing any sincere punctuation along the way)

held back))))

 

by broken streetlights,

and sock puppet races.

by tightly-laced shoes,

and missing bootstraps,

by sick sense

and experience,

and to top that—necklaces!

Necklaces of all things,

you wouldn’t think. . .

 

Well, necklaces…

Made of chain they leash,

and silk can loop & lynch,

since it’s probably adulterated, you know.

A pilling power cord

of Unplugged boundary

that loosens by the 2nd

but chokes a 1st rate, Winchester noose for most everyone at least once.

(I’d hazard to say)

Slung in secret over dissolving moonbeams

just persistent enough to last
 

until tags pop off heifer-pierced ears…

Until cheeks full of tongue darts explode!

©Karen Robiscoe

i-Grateful

 
note_double
 

i thank i-God

that my i-Pod

played tunes i-Bought

the soonest…

 
 

As quas-i-Jock

the gams i-Shock

find jams i-Rock

good tune-es…

 
 

but not i-Say

a Jock D-J

but A-OK

i-Runner…

 
 

since life i-Choose

wears run i-Shoes

& groove i-Cruise

is-Funner.

©Karen Robiscoe

Girl_Runner_shadow

 
 

Over-do

 
 

If words would move you–

if dreams could be…

For you, I’d write a library.

 
 

With columns true

–and filigree

If words would move you–

 
 

I’d build you two

I’d scribble three!

For you, I’d write a library.

 
 

Then browsing through

you’d surely see,

If words would move you–

 
 

Each book imbued

with coeur d’esprit…

For you, I’d write a library.

 
 

Let Muse renew

a history…

If words would move you–

for you, I’d write a library.

©K. Robiscoe

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

 
 

Saint Walmart

 
 

The holidays

are special times

marked by special Spirits,

but less appears

in literature

concerning the austerer

—imps and sprites

that tried for right

to wish you Christmas tidings…

Why, night before

I heard the lore

of Spirits now in hiding…

 
 

Take good Saint Knock

who’s deep in hock

since losing out to Nick’las

to stocking stuff

because he suffers

phobias ridic’lous…

Afraid of crawl—

–spaces–all–

(and name due to his jitters)

Knock dropped the Claus

—and gifts on lawn.

since knocking didn’t get it.

 
 

And reindeer Rudy’s

attitude toward

—booty got him booted,

as kissing rear

was nowhere near

where Santa’s sleigh was rout-ed…

And while he fawned

and flattered hard

he never got an offer,

’cause noses brown

can’t light a town

quite like a red-light topper.

 
 

And what about

the unemployed

who tried to work the season?

At North Pole Inc.

they made a stink

but cited corporate reasons…

Then implementing

ways of vetting

toy & tech designers,

height code insured

their workers were

elves…or else in China.

 
 

But never fear

most Christmas cheer’s

on layaway at Walmart…

A corporation

that killed our nation

’cause shoppers aren’t that smart.

Since one-off elves

like one-off shelves

and anything that’s BOGO…

It’s not so hard

to disregard

the “made in China” logo.

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARONs CHATTER

©K. Robiscoe

 
 

An Uncrowded Island

A bummer

my summer’s

stuck on an island

once boat that I boarded

struck submerged piling

and leaving marina

it sank within minutes

the ship and its crew

and ‘near everything in it

excepting of course

Five things in a tin—

that worked as a floater

and bobbed to an inlet

most likely because

of rubber within it

—treading the trainers

I favored for running

as well as containers

with cream for the sun

since PABA’s important

but not number one

like papers & pencils

that’s also among

the pot that I cook with

’cause cooking is fun.

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: necessities

Misterfer Cristofer

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONS CHATTER
 
Mistefer Cristofer

came here last Christmas

a conifer cutter

on tree trimmers’ wish list

a caliper tucked into

trim tree man’s

waist since

you can’t snip a conifer
 
 
clueless of tree width

and can’t infer revelers

measure a fir’s pith

and conifers

can in fact

burgeon behemoth…

a cone for example

can f**k up a sat dish

cross channels

connections

and general bandwidth

since bracts can cause cracks

when falling from distance

so next Yuletide season

call Misterfer Cristof

His Swiss-ti-fer

army knife’s

better than twist off.
 
 
 

Meet “Missy Chris”…a female Yuletide fairy…click: Santa Baby

©Karen Robiscoe

Master of Nothing

 
 

Like small choice

—but voice

when it comes to speaking,

a song is much more than

amplified squeaking,

or Auto-tuned vocal,

better for tweaking,

talent is needed

& learned application

else everyone’d be

a singing sensation!

 

The same goes for paintbrush

you can’t rush to claim

—the title of master

it comes with your name,

that barring disaster

backs up your game,

a seasonal task

2 showings a day

with 2 wines

and cheese plates

in pleasing array…

 

Like master

—a maestro

is one who knows music,

who waves magic wand

with innate intuit,

decades of learning

is method to do it,

while peer recognition

is also conduit,

you can’t go by maestro

unless you can prove it…

 

And what about authors

–a little known fact

it’s short for “authority”

implying that

the writer in question

is more than a person,

gifted with speech

keyboard, and cursor,

with Internet reach

and hours to surf it,

 

so until one is willing

to study the classics

—to read—

and to write

and consider basics,

for a lifetime

or longer until you need Lasik,

the title of author

is just too inflated.

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

©Karen Robiscoe