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My’Stroke

February 8, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 13 Comments

 
 
Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER
 
 
I play the keys

you know,

I caress them,

polishing characters to & from my QWERTY,

(offset by one key always, but I have an ear)

arms rising & diving quite dramatically
 
 
 
Dah–nah–nah–NAHHH!!!

I orchestrate sentences

arrange notes

& sample sounds–

plunk

plunk

plink

snapping fingers beatnik style between composures..

wink-wink-wink

composures…

to remix,

harmonize & synthesize

the ize within.
 
 
Chewing long-handled pens

I wear black pajamas

(dba sweatpants)

and plenty of extra pencils in my do too, I forget they are there

weaving braids, harum-scarum style, on my days off…

fingers fall in agreeable waterfall

sometimes unison

> a Chord <

sometimes singular

> a Big note<

each digit

respecting the path of the digit before.

 ©Karen Robiscoe

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Grey-fitti

February 6, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 7 Comments

 
Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER
I am moving into

another head

where thoughts are kinder to me…

With more breathing room

frosted Windows, and better wiring.

With fluffy pillows of cerebellum

to soften nooks and crannies

and fewer doors.

Where Disney daydreams never get interrupted

by the Emergency Panic Service

(conducting a test in my area)

and Night Terrors

are just a show on TV.

When I move, the only prerequisites

for my new, grey space

are “fugue it” rooms

(for wall-scrawling)

a widow’s walk,

& guard rails….

maybe one of those gliding, stair-lift thingeez,

to facilitate illogical leaps, and breaks in rationale.

When I move, I am throwing most everything I have already, away

Boxes and boxes and boxes

and boxes!

(bet you knew that was coming)

of stuff Pandora likes

but me not so much

and a few, dead cats the reek of which

permeate every, single meta-phor of my current mind-frame

> even high heaven <

since death

(like heat)

rises.

©Karen Robiscoe

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The World Wide One-Horse Town

February 4, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 1 Comment

 
 
I am tribal

not global

foot to earth

is my mobile

eye to eye

is my bible

as DPI’s liable

to be less than noble

a writhing immotile

a mall

for a shopper

who’d rather boutique…

I’ll take face to face any day of the week

(and then only when I desire to speak)

I’ll grip hand to hand

I’ll choose side to side

since language is more

than a character tide.

I am tribal

not global.

©Karen Robiscoe

 
 

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Duck-Face

February 1, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 9 Comments

 
 

Take your wooden plat-i-tudes

your plat’num-plated attitude

Karen robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

–and find yourself a wussy

I ain’t your plat-y-pussy…

©Karen Robiscoe

 
 
 
 

Given the somewhat nuclear quality to this giganter web, it bears mentioning this isn’t directed toward anyone in particular, but riffs on the duckface troutpout to which fb’er’s are inclined, and the overall coating of BS with which we all present ourselves–our shiny ideals, and all, our grand and sweeping directives, which–if you all truly live by, my hat is off to you. I am more of a plebe–struggling through the mire, and this little cross-section of seamy underbelly is clever for all that it isn’t puppies and rainbows…

Speaking of clever–my Cyberland series that imagines falling Through the Monitor, and into Cyberland proper is clever. Packed with weird creatures, fun adventures through blog posts, and enough tongue in cheek to choke Jimi Hendrix all over again, the first short story is absolutely FREE–while the second asks a modest 2 bucks–small compensation indeed for the hours days weeks spent writing and refining it.

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Smashwords Profile Karen Robiscoe

Why not buy a copy?  Riffing on characters, and character types, you’re sure to recognize a few pixels from around town…:)
 
 

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Wood-burning

January 30, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 7 Comments

 
 

She had a parting of the ways

with her houseplants

—a falling out.

it bore no rePeating …

& she kicKed them to the curb

—succulents, first.

Everyone secretly hates succulents,

and in that regard, she was no different from anyone else…

Creepy shop o’ horrors plant,

and not even attractive

the plant for the:

I am too lame to have a houseplant, plant-owner

Released to the wild, these plants were free!

Both deprived and granted rooTs,

it was their inability to ambulate that spelled disaster

since cities limit Trees.

 ©Karen Robiscoe

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Grey Colors

January 17, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 10 Comments

 

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

Feeling blue

& seeing red

I penned a purple prose…

Washing white

in mood of black

I blended greyish tones…

 

In bay of grey

I sailed away

with aid of new umbrella…

Fishin cheer

and squishin fear

I traded belly yella…

 

For tartan gut

which heartened, but

I didn’t care for envy…

and cleaned the green

from dreams marine

to fare in ports of plenty.

 

In guise of write

and lies of white

thru’ twisted straits of think…

I found red letters

even better

when I’m in the pink.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

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Skilled Labor

January 15, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 5 Comments

 
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Help Wanted: everyday hero. Musical talents a plus. Must be willing to play violin as unsinkable ship sinks. Ready to roll when terrorists hijack airline. Able to block oncoming tanks, and motivated to sledgehammer border walls. Fluency in the unspoken and universal highly desirable. Open until filled; benefits TBD. Salary depends on enlightenment.
 

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