Im-proving
how great I am,
Im-pressing
how admirable. . .
Im-posting
without due,
Im-aging
without you.

Im-proving
how great I am,
Im-pressing
how admirable. . .
Im-posting
without due,
Im-aging
without you.
My Uncarved block is scored with ruts
just like my 8 fold path,
My Dharma wheel has popped its nuts,
Its inner tube gone flat…
My Star of David wanes its wax,
and cross is in the shop…
My Yang and Yin completely black,
since Buddha Belly-flopped.
My rosary is thick with thorns!
and chalice full’a brine,
My Eucharist is stale, and pour—
fermented 2 buck wine…
©Karen Robiscoe

woebegone’s
a funny word
it seems more like directive
what the depressed
might well request
of trouble to correct it
but woebegone
means woe•be•there
at least it does on paper
though Obi Wan
Kenobi’s woes
are flavored more Darth Vader.
©Karen Robiscoe