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Annual Review

conjugation is everything…

Saint Walmart

fa-la-la…:)

Event Horizon

spaghettiyou can invite God to dinner

>don’t be shy<

you really can!

just jump over to the moon

& moon jack–

it (when no one’s walking, naturally)

grabbing a subsequent

& nearby wormhole

to the Northside

that’d be upper North, you know

to drop an

rsVP

before re-entering the atmosphere on the quick

(bring ice cubes for this)

but be sure to Dipper a Big

ole ladle

of marinated night en route

(from the firmament section of your Cosmos)

then ditch the Soup, to

swirl in

enough jet streams

for spaghettification for 2

(go ahead & add x’try

’cause you never know)

topping the lot of that

with the to-go

mOOn

(best when its full)

then find a mesa

check your fascia

& add

a handful of stars

(to garnish)

flicking away any

residual flys

(on the DL)

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

 

Hands Off

knitting_01

Heddy was handy

with needles and skeins,

linking the loops

& cabling twain,

uniting yarns

& fixing the frays

–fastening flax

–so matter of fact

–it’s how she relaxed

–that Heddy was trained

Heidi, however,

–her housemate—

was not,

in spite of the

silks & fine threads

she bought,

that girl couldn’t purl

the worsted Hed’ wrought

–tried like the dickens

–needles a’clickin’

–her best was slim pickins

–she couldn’t knit squat

sew knot too surprising

that Heidi resented,

the well-woven

yarns that Heddy presented,

and after a while

this envy fermented,

–that Heid’ was no lady

–she simply went crazy

–and plucked Hed’ like daisy

–but suffered a shock.

Since Hedwig

–the hedgehog—

evidenced armor,

despite of the fact

that Hed’ was a charmer,

coat crackled like hackles

toward those who would harm her

–before she was through

–that Heidi would rue

–the ha-ha she brewed

–Hed’ pricked Heidi harder.

hedgehog

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: don’t touch

iFad: the Internet Will Never Catch On

penning gold

Chalk is bored–

unused, ignored,

set aside

& stuffed in

drawers–

reduced to

outlines

sketched

on floor–

erasers

chasing

lead

no more–

the Number 2

now Number 4

a broken tip:

“don’t buy before…”

all precious stubs

just torn

at door

 

the ballpoint’s

tossed

the point there

~lost~

its clique

not chic

at any cost–

protected pockets

needed

not–

melt to skins

to cover

OPS

since clicker’s

quicker

Bic’s closed

shop…

 

–papered Windows

selling ads

androids, iPods

and iPads

geared toward

students

one-day grads,

wrapped in reams

love

Mom& Dad,

obsolescent

same as that–

toasted Post-it

writer’s black.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

All Things Being Equal

booksmall
 

x(10) + 2 = a dozen Christian fanatics

 

is + Lam = you’d think they’d get along with Christians

 

Boo + diss = disputing the existence of ghosts, they believe in reincarnation

 

b(Hindu) = dwells on past mistakes

 

Confusion-ism = just rules to make sense of it all

 

Jewish = envy

 

spirit·U·al + l = spirit U all = best