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6th Sense

5_stars

stars & storms & stolen stuff

feet & hands & hands you bluff

marooned & moonwalk

–roll & rock

lakes and senses

done o’clock

smackin’ palms &

brittle fish

kickin’ back &

smokin’ this

cigars & sadness

e•le•ments

share this common

–can you guess?

©Karen Robiscoe

 

the “Where’s Waldo?” of this…uh…pentameter…;)

stars

category 5

5 finger discount

feet

hands

5 card draw

Maroon 5

Jackson 5

Great Lakes

senses

quittin’ time

high 5

starfish

take five

pot leaves

5 ¢ cigars

5 Lamentations

5 Elements

 

 

What Rabbits do at the Beach

hourglass
 
shadowboxing sundials, I

tilt tides to

fashion an

hourglass,
 

meticulously counting

allowed

every grain of sand

on shore as it

ebbs

&

flows

&

turns time to

dust.

starts again

talk

that ticks heartbeat’s

murmured measure

underscoring Muzak

that loops

all background

banned

~in a frayed bow~

—in string—

&

knot

&

moon phrases

from the

Dark Side

of

Pink.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

Char’Coal Styk #8

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTERI am

built, baby—

oooWee,

I am–

like a stack’a bricks, I tell ya’

(mostly yell’ah)

and I don’t mean to be

graphemic

but you should see the

set of tittles I got on me

!!

just above my

i i

zuh

they’re somethin’, all right.

Xtra

long

&

Xtra thick

my polar opposite

&

woven through with moths

–drawn in

by their shadow–

©Karen Robiscoe

Knows 4 numbers: 1, Infinity, Ole Blue Eyes, and Pie

tao_wisdomshe was my

five o’clock shadow

skippin’ skeet

6 of 1

and half-dozen of the

other

7 come eleven

and kee-razy

8

a solid 9

number 9, number 9, number 9

on the

EGBDF

scale

FACE it.

It balanced out…

weight! weight! weight!

(the power of 3’s)

there’s 1 or 2 things you might not know

(alphabetically speaking)

first—she didn’t believe in time

and

B,

she couldn’t tell it

(it heard, but didn’t really listen)

and

in summation,

only used clocks

as a verb.

hickory-dickory

duck.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

This = That

dharma_2red is splashy

isn’t it

the color of

anger,

hunger,

passion,

and
 
 

some Mike & Ike’s…

Primary to Christmas

you have to ask yourself,

would Christmas be as

Christmas(ee)

without green?

Survey says no

–as do poinsettias

naturally

when they’re feelin’ chatty.

ask Alice.

 

Yellow is red’s

close second.

Bright enough to blind,

it represents.

word

and those words might encompass

sun,

intellect,

at work

warnings,

and

brick roads…

a bitch to keep tidy

Easter, too,

Easter would less eggy altogether

beaters

wouldn’t it,

without yellow, but you have to ask yourself,

where would Easter be without purple to complement

all that brilliant yellow?

I can’t say…

or see–on account of the blackout shades worn to mitigate

all

-that

–brilliant

—yellow…

 

Blue.

Blue must be mentioned

passive-aggressively

but mentioned

missing celebration

it nevertheless

calls images to mind

“hey images!!”

images like

sky

okay: sky.

bells,

books,

bluebirds,

happy twits

and

moons…

okay: one

and ubiquitous as blue might be

you have to ask yourself

I insist

where would blue be without orange?

Van Gogh insists, too, and quite possibly first.

 

The primary point being:

what comes next

seconds

is every bit as vital as that which

preceded it.

rainbow.

©Karen Robiscoe

prompt: all the pretty colors

opera glasses

curtains

if you wash off

rhyme

take away

rhetoric
 
 

raise

curtain

and

presence cast

­(the aforementioned hoping for some sort of ovation?)

you’ll notice the players

are mimes…

confounded by the reality of

glass box.

©KarenRobiscoe

 

as per Verse

Blue so long, I only want

to finish the Van Halen

rainbow

–before Midnight—

gather all my

public pieces

into 1 Republic

–forgotten aim of Simple Minds–

trip with King Harvest

–the light’s fantastic at dawn–

and white flag Anti-Bellums

–no G.I. Jane–

clear down to the

Billie Jean

–blowin’ in the wind…

 ©Karen Robiscoe