the aRt of ♥

and heat in hate

is broken part

of puck or saint

not soul

not sign

just common plaint

on down the line

from low to great

its mimicry

beyond charade

true–different climes

refute its weight

still

timbRe

falls

at

silent

gate

unheard

(by all)

a would-be state

a wisdom that

could satiate

that long defined

a

torn

embrace

a filial

base

or learned mate

persistent

~roar~

will resOnate

with rest of Pride

within the 8

refusing lie

of tannic fate

from water

–wine–

a potent

grape.

 
mirrors crest & crash—

reflect splintered water

(that)

conceals Jaws

(that)

breaks eyelids

(that)

face-plants grit.

palms grip

beach towel

/sand

/seaweed

clinging to an earth

(that)

spins too fast

and shivering with deepest cold.

Beyond briny absolutions,

Fear

colors

(that fly)

starts

(that don’t)

and off

Cape

(altogether)

unable to leap

skyscrapers,

(after all)

and

slower than

sniper shot

(that)

kills the bird

there, up in the sky—

–there.

…

Look.

©Karen Robiscoe

Tabby tells

things she shouldn’t,

spilling beans

she said she wouldn’t,

through side of lips

she’ll kiss and tell–

Tabby is a

n’er do well..

her motor mouth

shoots rapid-fire,

dishing dirt

a constant crier,

a whistle that forever blows

Tabby keeps you in the know…

She unbags cat

~no Schrodinger~

and talks such smack

to totes strangers,

she chats you up at wait for bus,

but keep an eye

Tab’s dangerous…

she’ll toss you under

just because,

so if you want

to keep the peace,

don’t tell Tab

she writes the beats,

for gossip rags you might avoid,

because of course,

Tab’s a ‘bloid.