with watered-down boo’s
I tended the turnout…

determined it would
grow lush.
prompt: lush

I am on my way to Whelm, and hope to arrive soon as
I have been going Over it most of my life
It seems I Under
Estimated Standing along the way
And found myself In
Capable hands that took me–
A
Stray–
To its bosom,
And that seemed enough
Given I was so often A
Lone
©Karen Robiscoe
I sit on
AWOL
legs swinging…

boots on the ground
–gone missing.
I was on a Nero pathway
well, not quite that dark…
or bright depending on proximity to Italian BBQ,
still.
diverted from route,
I tried to find
a neuro pathway
–that lies–
between naps
and was tolerable.
After traversing all these roads, though,
I found them all
too traveled
too beaten,
or too rote,
and after tearing up the tarmac
–in my mind
I carved another way.
Footpath
at first,
Gravel Road
next,
there was no option for
Bored Walk,
and no loss, that.
The next step is slurry
which can’t be hurried,
since the workers are sporadic
–city workers, you know,
(4 standing around
“supervising”
and 1 doing the actual work)
I’ll finish it eventually,
–my roundabout way–
since I am tired
of exiting
in Roam.
a gut feeling.
a fleeting impression
ergo
second thought.
Follow these immediate
responses
(?)
at once,
&
follow up.

We all know about
the wardrobe…
–with lions, kids, and witches–
but less is known,
about the zone,
that houses other stitches,
I posit
closet
leads to Odds,
as End to wardrobe glitches
–no slippers needed
just a beaded–
bag of silver fishes.
Since land of Odds
conceals the paws,
attached to noisome Wall’Rust…
a beastly mold,
on clothes of old,
and dampness
turned to crust
–this Wall’Rust sentry
bars all entry–
unless you fill his guts…
with silver fishes,
brought in dishes,
–Wall’Rust likes such fuss.
In land of garments,
other varmints,
await your visit, too–
not as rare
as tardy hare
are Dusty Bunnies—who
down from garret
beg for care, it
asks a lot of you,
so grab a towel,
to swab the dowel,
and floor to ceiling, too.
Or drop the cloth
and bring a
>Moth<
since winged bugs
have Balls…
they’ll clear your path,
to Odds and back,
and double-check your halls
–where overcoats
hide other roads–
that stretch beyond the Wall
of closet
’cause it
smart to swap
the outer, underall.
by Me
prompt: closet