at day’s end, I

ablute—like any good girl, I

remove,

rinsing my eyes

with glue

>a staple<

to fix the tearing problem I’ve developed, I

wipe away.
 
 
washing mud, smoke, and stars from them

with full-grown oil,

cracking kaleidoscope lens,

I replace.

brushing my tongue with soap

lye soap

to tone down the acid situation there

that’s a step away from vulgarity, a chronic condition your dentist can’t fix

linguist either

I garble.

gargling and flossing with candy

that helps, I

release the bunnies.

combing through

my do

(and don’t)

loosening

moose, rats, hare, and beehive

and any any

number of small would land creatures, I

catch.

when they do land

business end up, wouldn’t you know it,

right near my snarled ends…

©Karen Robiscoe

related:

No Make Up

Unspoken Sparklers

 
I have

A-frame

(of reference)

for my mood swings!

(finally)
 
 

A move

…er…

well,

like a mover

for my crying

Jag

…er..

Fits

A cure for my

temper,

an app

for my tight,

a muzzle for my

S.O.B.s

after all

and so simple really, as the best solutions always are…

clean eX,

and diction

nary.

With

Pan-i-see-a

better

die’log

a No Styk Pan

featuring Peter

(the sainted)

cookin’

the ‘Book

(at all Gates)

in, on, and around…

 
Over a million words in the English language

and I think there are more

of which the average person knows 20K

for those of you unfamiliar that’s thousands,
 
 
m’K…

but spews, speaks, lies, and relies on just 3000

and some plum 4 letters

to communicate

the life long

but like

Shakespeare,

Seuss,

and

Burgess,

I need neologistics to adequately

pony this Bolshy Chelloveck,

beseech that preachy Sneetch

and sway thee aught anon

–of droog particular

my only droog

(of choice)

 
Make every day Thanksgiving!

with reservations in stolen nations

center your peace

around daisies

you’re not pushing…

polish the silver ’til its sterling qualities gleam,

and
 
 
 
practice grace

before

eating crow

carving the bird,

seizing opportunity

for

genu’reflection

–but “wine” less,

rite?

since communion

with

you-Christ,

requires a level

of sobriety

that stale crackers

collected on plates

and boxed Chablis

decanted

into chalice

–muddle.

a compact little unit,

the wifi is high energy,

Böse

as all get out

(which is German for angry, wicked, and evil)

funnily enough

to mix emotional states

and hers

are

mixed.

Remixed & up that fabled river,

With Styx and the Stones

more surround sound

with the volume cranked,

and deafen-itely

un·trans·mute·able.

bringing an

ear

~ring~

problem on somethin’ fierce

worse than

tinnitus,

and in some cases better, which is quite

appropriate since I am her

tin man

properly hinged, and

fashioned of sturdier mettle

in some cases,

her’artless

police

in others–

slick with oil.