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Ark•tick•talk

Charrons Chatter
after hesitation

I paused,

losing or,

I stopped short,

far from harbor

I shipwrecked,

kindling new fire

with the only or left
 
–had it been or right, I’d have used it a’sea—

I divined,

and though the burn melted what

little ice floe remained,

the smoke

~singed~

~signaled~

&

~signed~-

and design I did…

stranded in time that bore no stigmatizing measure.

hearing the silence

I perceived.

a lens of truest sight.

eye wood, but–

 
 

you can say what you want

and what you believe–

out it

and shout it

and wear it on sleeve,

exhort it,

report it,

in-depth or in brief–

declare it

and swear it

from rooftop and eave,

state it

orate it

in welcome release,

feel it,

and seal it,

yet always appeal it

appending three-letter reprieve:

take a deep breath

that borders a sigh,

add the term:

“but”

to all you imply,

to wash white on words

and make them a lie,

to cast doubt on first

and play either side,

to know right, but wrong,

and thus justify

retractions, redactions

and subsequent actions,

with

“but”

interspersed

in aside….

©Karen Robiscoe

after Ghost Stories

queen dram-AH
 
a drama queen, she

was

in·tense…
 
 

constantly canvassing just

as camp as drama queens are, and

pitching

fits for a king

without pin, & no Joke

…er

serious-like,

and after too much shuffle

the deck she cut was

marked.

making it a safe bet that

52 card

pick-up would result…

luckily the jack

–of some trades, mostly Fish–

was in hand to

re·pair.

©Karen Robiscoe

Classical QWERTY

mouse_playing_piano

the key to

punching ivories,

–boards, too–

is more than

black & white

(notes)

it’s grey·matter of fact, and so is

the metro

gnome…

the troll that trip-trip-trips

the feet

(pedals & power bars)

snarling the chords, &

benching some players.

©Karen R.

World’s Biggest Violin

I’ve been a

little shittle,

entitled i to

• tittle •

benighted bow

a sickle,

applied to

whining

fiddle–

–as big as any

cello,

the strings I’ve drawn

all bellow,

the things gone on

unmellow,

a violins song

so ghetto–

–blasting and

lambasting

abrupt and so

abrasive,

a diatribe

displacing,

discordant and

de·bas·ing–

–but bigger yet

is harpie,

I will not strum—

so snarky,

and thus my thrummed

malarkey,

will fade to hum

and sharply.

©Karen Robiscoe

Miss Route a Toot-Toot-Toot

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

Mis Take &

Mis Giving

went for a walk,

Mis Guided by notion

they needed to talk,

the former maintaining

the latter re·Miss

the latter insisting

that Mis Labeled gifts,

were due to

Mis Matching

Mis Mark

& Mis Read

–a trio dispatching

said satchels’ with speed–

to Mys Tickle

places

that just a

few knew

behind

ears and knees

–between

me and you…

©Karen Robiscoe

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