August 10, 2021 
Comments Off on Whirled Wide Web
Old-fashioned–
I knee-board a cobweb
–ride tandem with my hacker,
click
dust mouse
to second site
–when it’s feasible
since I rely on
dial-up,
and phone booths are hard to come by.
I would upgrade, too,
I would!
If my desk chair
wasn’t a Tuffet,
if the water spout
was self-contained,
and if the super hero
–of comic book fame–
was always
Peter Parker.
August 10, 2021 Comments Off on In Re∙Party
Conversation is a knack,
the art of giving forth and back
–a method linking me and you
expressing thoughts—point of view…
but now and then you’ll drift away,
unaware of what I say,
at this juncture never fear–
there’s a way to mimic hear. . .
Check my gaze, and nod your head,
create impression what I’ve said,
is deep, and something that you ponder. . .
when in fact your thoughts have wandered.
Furthermore arrange your face,
in gauging manner, looking sage,
“Isn’t that the way it goes?”
is safe to say—is always close.
Otherwise, make sure to add
the words “I hear ya”—don’t bite back
–the urge to laugh, if it seems timely,
according to my tone, and finally,
When you’ve made use of all of these,
check me out, from head to knees,
Interrupt, don’t interject
“have you lost weight?” is totes correct.
August 10, 2021 Comments Off on Sky’s the Limit
Will closing in,
I removed shudders
–gloss already shattered,
I dismantled dour
~hinge by hinge~
breathing
deep
(Diaphragmatically)
I re∙tiled flair,
re∙tooled crown-
-melding stories
(I re∙taled)
every one of
them
without waif.
August 8, 2021 Comments Off on Cell Fees
My cell
needed more bars,
so I charged it
. . .
again
. . .
‘gave it the maximum
. . .
life,
plus 2 ears.
August 7, 2021 Comments Off on Point Be
‘Searched for truth
until eyes blurred
‘swiveled hips
until they burned
‘scratched my pen
until it emptied
–dined on little,
starved on plenty.
Hosted egos
’til it hurt
‘tempted kismet
kismet t→U←rned
‘dove in pools
’til I floated…
>oVer-easy<
dead & bloated.
‘Blazed my trails
until the last
‘mining nuggets
others pass
‘jumping lines
to sweeter paths
♥ loved all in ♥
‘KicKed some aSS.
©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: bucket list
August 5, 2021 Comments Off on Dinner Dress
I pretended my face
. . .
greased up & good to go, i
arranged my shoulders geometrically
. . .
more T-bone than
x intersecting y,
i
dressed before 10
and solid 9
(from afar)
i
gave it the ole GED try
. . .
eraser obsolete
those first bubbled-in answers
popped!
(evened so)
lead not going out
but staying in,
i
smashed joke butts
into bins too small
to fit
. . .
warming extra stock
to make
sophomoric soup
. . .
a complement for
Nevermore pie wedge
i
chewed and snapped like
bubbled gum
–to answer
that plate
(that didn’t ask)
–but also overflowed.
August 3, 2021 Comments Off on the dead See posts
the internet
brings out the worst in people
–staying in—
accounts missing accountability,
testimony
. . .
word.
nasty words, usually
and such a lot of them!
miSpeled
freakwently and
overly, and incorrectly, punctuated!!
the laughing emoji
tacked to stories
of abuse
. . .
be it
animal, vegetable or Karen
the 20 questions
asked & answered
a streaming horror show, yes
the web wrings
out the worst in people
sheds light
on how we do
–when we think
no one
is looking.
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