November 6, 2015 
Comments Off on the point is: mute
my mouth gets me in trouble–
–it wants to eat
when my belly is full…
–it wants to speak
when my brain is
out to lunch…
(solo, since the mouth is now full of yak)
–it wants to kiss
when my heart is empty
and who knows
maybe my mouth is transgender
–no buoy on my sea of consciousness
‘mind
but in touch with its
masculine
pride
side…
November 1, 2015 Comments Off on Can’t Farm Out Everything
an ounce of prevention
is worth pounds of cure,
since the cure is so often
>this close<
to poison
check the toe tag
label
and that goes for all maladies, body and soul, the
pop-pop
fist-fist
of anger
doesn’t dissolve as readily in
seltzer as say, I do
in tears,
saline solution
the dregs of any
drug-like remedy
grounded in madness
is that an oxymoron?
and so predictable
am I?
it’s
>this close<
to generic
cut/rate rage
that’s cheaper by the
Big Box
rope a dope
and ultimately more costly
is that another oxymoron?
so keeping a lid on it
am I?
is best foil—untested.
so incredibly copyrighted
K. Robiscoe
October 30, 2015 Comments Off on Be Cuz
meet my cuz–
the better me I thought I was
shiny she,
diamond me you’d thought I’d be
clashing kin,
to the me that dwells within…
October 26, 2015 Comments Off on Mat’ née
Penn liked DeeDee,
deeply, he
favored sleeveless ink of she
she in turn thought he was neat, an’
so it was this liking Dee’Penned.
Pat & Tina got together
in a storm—in rainy weather
‘brellied cover was arena
for buffing raindrops
to Pat’Tina…
Matt & Ur’sla young
and sweet
on each other, surely,
test of time
proved sublime
and found their love Mat’Uring.
October 25, 2015 Comments Off on Poe KER Tells
history
and mystery
isn’t how it reads…
relies on fibs
retold, ad-libbed
to give the tale teeth
it follows then
that ink I pen
is hyperbolic, too,
his story
and my story
isn’t really true…
October 24, 2015 Comments Off on The Beau in Beautiful
Surrounded by
dying forest,
he watered: corvettes,
feeding the animal inside
instead of cats—
outside.
breaking natural laws,
he sliced coded silence
to laud ignorance
camping in luxury
–minus the glam—
collecting objet
d’art→
pinpoints on which to balance
scuffed sole.
October 23, 2015 Comments Off on Yearbook Sentiments
she was born with a plastic spork
in her mouth
and cursed with Originality
(cribbed from a chicken n’ egg culture)
standing out from
the billions sold
–and buying–
from battered sheep
and comment card
“filler-outters”
from backpatters
and gladhanders,
(so status quo)
9 2 5
(ers)
and 1-800 callers and
how’s my driving, now?
who wanted to know…
when the bike lane kicks ass over
the car pool lane and its
crash test dummies,
(pre-made’s all inna row)
–that die
in most hospital settings
while the doc vacations in Majorca–
the third
leading cause of death nationwide…
©Karen Robiscoe
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