origami thoughts
find mouth
profane
(diet)
coke & mentoes spew
full of
ass
(part tame)
&
f*cking additives…
©Karen Robiscoe
origami thoughts
find mouth
profane
(diet)
coke & mentoes spew
full of
ass
(part tame)
&
f*cking additives…
©Karen Robiscoe
P
ulling adult hood
around baby face,
I remember velvet
teen years,
when I knew heh-v’ry-thing
and life was plush
–totting up triumphs,
and sowing oats instead of
sewing button eyes
back on
and carin’ was only
kidding around…
©Carin’ Robiscoe

She was from Facebook.
Facebook, California–
–a genuine, simulated fashion designer,
and I dug the newstream she ran in…
every group she belonged to rejecting
me as a member, and I liked that, too—
her every past,
original, shared, or
tagged,
& trendier comments
…
penguin emogeeZ flawlessly executed
& ranch house in Farmville
where she summered
well-plotted.
No philistine, either, she
captioned Monets,
effortlessly
petitioned polar ice
tirelessly–
& uploaded
selflessly
–24/7
proof of:
2, 1, and 0
–a less than
3 heart.
©Karen Robiscoe

Words.
to the writer
words are more than symbols and
signposts and
ribbon-tied oaks marking path—
to the writer words are boards
repurposed signposts
boards a bard nails together
into a whole new thing!
(person slash place)
a place wired with
state of the
~art~
elocution and
high-definition and
flammable insulation and
paint.
Lots and lots of self-sustaining paint that changes color Mood ring style.
Tree house complete with infrastructure
so…more than two floors if there’s sub-text
Dark Matter ethereal and
Milky Way amorphous, this
energized, expanding entity is totality self-contained—
blurb an’ scrawl
a Singularity cosmic as the effluvium of the universe
which would itself not exist
in the second place
were it not for
Word.
©Karen Robiscoe

lose
AM
(i)
from
BE
an’
C
…
C if that
am-bi-ance
doesn’t suit better.
(note: for you wordsmiths out there I’ve employed a variant spelling–though legit!–for ambience)

There are consequences
consequences to cat walking
~~off leash…
on dog beach, especially;
the spare dogs being the least of the cat’s problem
Birds are the problem.
Phoenixes, particularly.
(the wake of Immaculate Vultures)
Bred from
unbordered bonfires,
(set by dry D.O.C. drunks)
these hybrids of Fire & Spirit
have a taste for uncradled cats.
and that’s skipping the
murder factor entirely–
Crows circling nearby
> on the wings of a thousand clichés <
grimly reap
any
pray
–so long as it’s alive–
(and resistin’!)
assisted
by the grimmest raptor
still…
Portent-Us owls
& strictly messengers for
RSVP—these birds invariable lateness is a
synchronicity, as the fallout
of chronically tardy folks proves substantial.
©Karen Robiscoe

the Penguin
married Poppins–
–and Batman: Dracula,
the one was due,
2 shaded views,
the other
—maculas–
impaired by light
the Darkest Knight
went bats for pointed tooth…
Wonder Boy
went on to wed
–his Bread–
and what a wedding!
until the toast,
when guests disposed,
of bride with tasteless spreading…
(no big surprise)
since super-size
of bride begat baguetting
Mr. Freeze
dug
feline sleaze,
–the woman known as Cat
but pose she struck
was frozen stuck
when ice-man dropped to knees,
a sculpture that–
–graced punch bowl at
the rites of fellow thieves…
the Ridd’lah next,
wrote witty text
for vows employed in lieu…
but lost his wife
who failed to cipher
words to say: “I do”…
no punchline sung,
from twisted tongue,
just teleprompted clues.
yes, Batman and
prime-time brigands
–had lives off TV set–
that packed a punch
¡KAZOW!
(and lunch)
though Joker’s still on deck.

©Karen R.