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TKO

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I’ve left my brain

–logically speaking—

in a lurch

my write brain

overloaded

scrambling

ambidextrous in the aftermath

(thank God math’s over)

so

I

seduced

induced

created a mock-up mind

smoke, mirrors

(so status quo)

and hot air

(for that must-have popcorn popper)

kinda like a pontoon that isn’t fully inflated

(it won’t win any Stanley cups)

and like any jerried Rig, there are

…ahh

deficiencies

mutations

complications…

cortical bridge overwhelmed by

bawling

bellowing

billowing boat

that plays havoc with recall

and port to port cargo

(I ship you not)

©Karen Robiscoe

Prose & Con(verse)

rain_rain

after the rain

do you see the bow?

or do you track mud,

wherever you go…

–in steps you don’t measure

–in boots made for walking

in loops,

but not lines,

that don’t lead to treasure?

& after the trials

are eyes open wider?

or do you walk gauntlet,

always the fighter…

–instincts you don’t curb

–in acts that prolong

in loops,

and in lines,

the thing that disturbs?

& after the strut

do you wait in wings?

of stage that is silent,

or hear angels sing…

–in tones that are gleaming

–where sound and light merge

in lines,

but not loops,

of lyrics redeeming?

since after the reign

& after all glory

a new page begins,

–and so does your story…

rainbow

©Karen Robiscoe

A lil what-what this A.M. An essay I wrote was accepted for publication by journal: Meat for Tea. So yay. I am obviously seeing the rainbow today! Wishing the same for all would beez ought there. Pizza Out….

>a healthy clime<

us
Chased by dangerously quick leaves,

sundowners

~caress~

&

–withdraw—

and I seek the pOetry Owl in vane…
 
 
Not his look,

–but allure–

lore just a given,

Measured

by Muse,

headlights heckle the gloam,

but can’t stop

-free’ing

–verse

—that–

—-finds me at last.

…a star-crossed seduction…

& wind Howls at

divided path

decided,

but sundowners

,still,

as sundowners

will

‘calming with the balm

of mid-September,

a Neverland

wandered,

an

Ēlýsion

remembered…

we were both gods,

you & I,

–you forgot—

wind gales & gusts

its lyric lines Musical

and adrift I sail,

in

thought

-full-

r i f t l e s s,

Cee

the unmapped

dared to disCover,

‘Big Dipper

eating up foothills

by the spoon.

 

©Karen Robiscoe

 


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