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Secret Pach

Charron's Chatter for funny writingSalvaged Mammoths melt

in Stoli rocks

*frozen *

in Simple Red buckets

DNA-licious

and Tusk plays in the background, naturally

until frosted glasses spill

rehydrated Mastadon,

and who knew to try that?

Who deemed it expedient?

(you might wonder)

but to Hell with inquiring minds.

The quest for a heftier, emotional

stonewall to surplus elephants resumes.

Since tamed elephants

in Zoo conditions

live afraid, but still  stampede

They still fell baby birds…

and Crush irreplaceable Mice.

while Mammoths, on the other hand,

remember

overall impact

longer.

Should it matter that critical

Genomes have been lost?

Should that factor in?

Splicing spooked elephant genes

with Mastadon ice cubes

> seems iffy <

The irreplaceable

Pocket Pet remains

immorally slain, and can

the Dead transcend the Extinct?

It seems impossible.

But Mice have Electric Tales, now,

and Russians scavenge deeper with ice picks

—so prehistoric order could set in.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

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

 

 

 

Another Name for Poesies

flowers_with_butterfly
 
begonias go

the way being gone

goes…
 
 
 
geraniums

geronimo’ing

sooner than you’d think

(for such a ♥-y bloom)

and days of daisies

know doubt

2

some kinda’ blah

(those blossoms)

>without graft<

and assailed

every switch way

by bounding azaleas

–themselves missing

morning’s

glory

and yet.

Vines twine,

and

tulips

*kiss*

falling open

to

emanate

eminently good sense,

a rhythm of jasmine

my jazz hands

can clap to

>in time<

blues

bella

that rings better,

truer

and

tonier, also,

(as it carillons)

as if Quasimodo himself attends–

all hunched back, and one-eyed, and hearing impaired

while orchids jest

with the best of ’em

didja know–

I kid you not–

and lilac’s luck won’t lie

not flora minute

since

~mortal~ sin

freesia bones

its myrtle zinnia

coming only

with sage.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

Arch’ Ceilings

 

balloon_redStand Outs

Don’t Fit In

in the Best Ways

–and shouldn’t—

 

Stoops

balloon_redare for

Porch Swings

and

Quails

are for Whimsy

balloon_redand Kneel

*diamond*

is a 70’s singer

–of some merit–

Still.

 

balloon_redFat Fiddles

tune differently

and

Bow

to the Harmony

balloon_redpretty much exclusively.

 

Average

Normal

Off-the-Rack wears

and

Fits Ill

 

balloon_redtoo big

Too Small

never goldilocks right

 

–Hare Shirts at best,

these vested strictures

balloon_redare designed to

reflect Well

in Patent

Leather

Polish.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

No Guts, No Glory

 

the wind shudders breath

sinuses weigh like clouds

gravel nails flay palms

–for the hearts–

and a cumulus of tears

bitchslaps its stratum:

–condensed sadness

–recycled faith

–evaporated belief

a striped embroidery

of furled hope

*plus asterisks*

that still runs up the flagpoles,

most mornings

–partly, at least–

shoddy workmanship

~factory assembled legs~

& inept handling

catching Old Glory at half-mast.

bw-usa

©Karen Robiscoe

Pavlov’s Box

lionxdog

Like Timmy of TV-land lore

I’ve fallen in a

well

(abyss)

Unlike Timmy,

–of reliable best friend–

Lassie

is dead.

the new Lassie

is a replaceable

Pavlov’s

dog,

and I

–in fact–

might be

that dog.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

…and that’s how cars are made, Timmy

hand_cart

Mustang liked Pinto

like primer likes paint

drove to a drive in

4 Ford-able date

piston to cylinder

both a V-8

4 on the floor

made 16x great

and RPM later

the Pinto Gas-Tate

upset the muscle

as after the wait

offspring was hybrid

but MPG great. hand_cart

a beetle bug

and monster truck

thought they’d

have a little fun

revving motors

connecting plugs

then after sparks

a Baja Bug!

hand_cart

 iPhone

had a bone

to pick

with mobile scheming

staged a meet

with GMC

boom! A Smart Car preemie…

hand_cart

Car-en Robiscoe .;)