August 5, 2015 
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talk to the hand
but favor
the thumb
since thumb is the one
that gets the job done
it taps
on the apps
that make your life run
it texts
of what’s next
and pulls out a plum
it hitches
when sitches
require you gun
rotors
on motors
to get to and from
it twiddles
a little
its opposite chum
and rules
in the school
by measuring some
and waves
nose on face
when you’re having fun
then plants
when it can’t
green under the sun
August 4, 2015 1 Comment
sundowners a’blowin’
I took my palm tree for a walk…
ears flapping like fronds
and truncated torso bristling…
–scalloped hackles the envy
of every wood-be pineapple in the hood,
but luckily
~for the wind~
it was all bark, and no bite.
August 3, 2015 Comments Off on if I’m Abel
the abyss grips
my hem-
-unlocked by a combination
of “oh, man’s!”
lonely
6
better the devil you know
scared
6
the hell into me
hunger
6
razing Cain
‘set to simmer at a nice high temperature
in Hell’s Kitchen.
July 30, 2015 Comments Off on Wiz Keypunch
She’s always been a blended drink.
Al’s favorite slammer,
and Moe’s favorite heat–
you’ll find her more Margarita than Mary,
a melting pousse, pousse, pousse that’s
–part ta kill ya
–part splashy sex
–part sour-n-sweet-n-
salty rims
all the same
she’s one girlie cocktail
known to separate out
after sitting
(un)becoming hard to swallow
wry—bitters—and cherry
her·mouth should be sweet!
and is altogether better when you
mix her
(old-fashioned as she is)
as she muddles fairly easily,
inclining her to throw rocks, instead of chew them
without sin, you know
break straws she ought grasp
f*ck that Joe Camel
eschew chimneys for buckets
listing or seated
all the while
Looking through her
bottomless
Glass.
©Karen Robiscoe
related: Mud Gets in Your Eyes
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July 28, 2015 Comments Off on Back With the Wind
Once upon a movie, morphing,
into reel and change important
many a disappointing endings I’d seen before
there projecting, plot rewriting, a better line for Rhett—uniting
southern belle and he, despite propensity to be a boor,
To turn on heel and close the door,
To give a damn, and nothing more.
Succinctly I rephrased, final words to leave unscathed
their Dixie land Union to wedded bliss, and end their war,
Eagerly applied erase—white out, too, to wipe all trace
from the film and so replace—the fallen face that Scarlett wore
the spoiled and crimson maiden whom the populace called a whore,
Nameless here for evermore.
Hack (I was) to alter script– utterance, by Rhett, the dick
lines the Author chose that left poor Scarlett on the floor,
Retelling and reshaping, endings glad at final taping,
thereby changing, and replacing final sense of great dolor,
to viewers choice, it was no chore,
to regale Wind at least once more.
By that edit at couple’s parting, I guaranteed a sequel starting,
with counseling and compromise unlike before,
perception checking every time, something irked or someone whined,
teaching them to heed the signs—of discontent the other stored,
to shut their beaks when shutting would restore accord,
Quoth the Rewrite: evermore.
©Karen Poe-biscoe
daily prompt: Inside my favorite movie
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July 22, 2015 Comments Off on Hur Crutch
at hurricane’s center,
it’s best to have
a portable fan
–preferably your most ardent—
since adulation is hard to come by
and that wind-blown look is
all the rage.
yes, the eye might want
beholder,
to brighten in the manner of
sockets
since electricity is hard to harness
and sparks fly left
uncaged.
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July 22, 2015 Comments Off on Strip Mine
free verse
isn’t free
it
costs
everything,
a collaged intuition
and sonnets are no cheaper.
gotta give ‘im props
phonetic dance that strips
–laying bare–
the front
nice vessels!
and façade
Vesuvius
and tasseled tender spots
‘til only pasty flesh remains
as obliquely dressed populace watches…
sounding the words out loud
making it rain
Chucking bucks
and killing
the wagging dog
that mirrors reflect
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