would Fil agree

to columns

or would he glaze the roof

would eaves then drop

would knockers knock

would steps refuse to stoop?

would par•a•pets

go missing…

to portico by two’s

would rams then part

for Hall on Arch

and drift to Bay with view?

if wooden boats

are houses

and houses wooden boats…

why not museum

or coliseum

afloat with gilded goats?

©Karen Robiscoe

Meat and potatoes

are fine as a base

but drizzle of gravy

heightens the taste

insuring no id bits

are going to waste

since Cash Cows are phatter

cloaked in Bernays!

Start with crowd reasoning

* flash it and pan *

foil it & season it,

infuse high demand then

Freudian browbeat in it

marketing plan and

oil the deep seediest

urges in man.

You wanna get women?

Buy this new car!

Does waistline need trimming?

Try this new bar!

You don’t feel like grinning?

These pills are top drawer!

And trust us, you must

‘cuz we sell who you are.

Your buttons our stove top

and appetites’ gauged

illusion of option

confined to a stage

a fine-dining, dinner show

Chef will appraise

Not Cash Cows—they’re dead now

—and shadier’s made.

©Karen Robiscoe

The German phrase: “es freut mich” means “it brings me joy”. Being punny, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to double entendre that, since Freud was the Uncle of Edward Bernays, aka Daddy of PR, and employed his Uncle’s techniques (among others) to good effect. (for himself and the retail industry)

in Frosted wood

a Poe-sy could

Walt at time of pickin’…

but sharp Whitman

will bring a can

of water for that Dickens…

🙂 Karen

he made me nervous

–the Coors light & pound of candy corn kind of nervous

and I had to wonder where that was leading

. . .

turning tricks & treats on the corner, next?

I didn’t know

. . .

I just knew I felt like Cindy at 1 a.m.

–my ride a sudden pumpkin,

–my head all cobbed & webby

–my “no place like home” a ticking time bomb of desolation that

creaked my mind open, and

pounded my heart w menacing footfalls, and

aligned closet monster

w under bed monster

. . .

and abed monster, too

–the coalition of me, myself, and I

the dictionary definition of fucked up roomies

darting in & out of funhouse glass, and

stalking my err off, and

wielding unconcealed weaponized gavels

(so SWF)

–all of which might have been more tragic

had it not been so thematic

. . .

had it been Yuletide instead

of

Halloween.

 Thinking in terms

of “character” traits

does W envy the V

for her Waist?

since plainly

V Vainly

watches her slants,

the W tried

but W can’t..

And what about M?

does it Make her Mad?

that N’s always Noshing,

but Never gets fat?

as all letters know

M Moder-ates Much,

whatever M “ate”

was Merely enough…

The same goes for B

who’s Bothered by P

since B is as Basic

to meals as can B

He Broils

He Bakes

But Blasted

P Poaches

winning the Battle

of Bulge

with aPProaches

and gloating–

P Pairs,

and Pigs out

on blankets

wraPPed around aPPs

found

around frank–

—it’s no wonder

that speech is

de•ter•io•rating!

with such letter envy

and such letter hating!

Clearly impelling

a global truncating

–of petulant words

that need separating,

’til finally one day

we’ll boot acronyms, too

reverting to grunts

as cavemen would do.

Not much to offer

I’m light in the coffer–

–but sakes! what a coif I affect…

an updo

~undone~

the bunny-est bun

with

/ tendrils /

to grace my longneck…

It mussed in the gust

(& needs to be brushed)

as along trail I rushed–

–of white hare…

Consumed with the clockwork

(& random ad-hoc work)

that rabbits-that-talk work–

–can snare…

A clerk for the queen

(who’s light on Brylcreem)

to this end

~and my own~

I’m a runner–

–2 feat without map

(I don’t give a crap)

since rabbitty chap

is a wonder…

there is no

“just right” amount

of the wrong thing

no this in lieu of that

no “just today” and “starting tomorrow”

no freeze that won’t thaw

and definitely no Goldilocks breakthrough

(without bear)

a Doors moment, definitely

(with Airplane rabbit in tow)

–the Other Side shades of

WTF

DIDT4

(fill in the acronym)

in the last place?

Not for sugar

(too little, Jones)

Or booze

(too much, Ralph)

or circular mind games

(introducing: me! the Jerk–in starring role)

there is no way out

just through

–thinking out of box thoughts

in carton inspected by the Ages

(foregoing risk of death)

–coloring outside lines

w invisible ink,

(and equipping gallery w special glasses)

–playing by rules

that level

(but don’t square)

skipping reprimand

of all origin.