Tag Archives: poetry

Twelve to One

a monkey thang
 
years later

> at the schoolhouse <

I come to learn that

Chinese jump rope’s made

in America,

that freeze tag’s

a photo

and that

hopscotch

is fermented,

–sold at

monkey bars

(just a hop, skip, and backwards alphabet away)

to the swing set

(grills on the right & boys line the surf)

who

teeter

&

totter

and eventually

catapult

(like a really well-done shotput)

beyond non-regulation B-Ball hoops,

3 Wall racket ball,

and torn chain-link

holding it all together

while Mary—

old-fashioned Mary,

Sweet, muddled, old-fashioned Mary just goes ‘round

(and round)

(and round)

playing hide-and-go-seek like to make an astronaut dizzy

G-force, you know, as

the steepest slide affords

a different kind of thrill…

©Karen R.

don’t Brake for Pedestrians

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER
 
promise

or

resolution,

once made

ya’ gotta walk that talk…
 
 
chewing gum–optional

take a couple laps

for lip service,

a ribbon & pledge-free proposition

and putcher

money where your mouth is…

exactly like orthodontia except how it’s completely different

–and other tried and

tired clichés—

get some momentum going, you know, and

if you yourself are cliché tired, why’nt ya g’head

and jump start that

guttermouth

motormouth.

Gas ‘er up.

from idle to devil’s playground in sixty seconds

bearing in mind that this hybrid

vee-hickle

gets wicked

(good)

mileage when

charged

with electric,

use the Ziggurat Lighter for this

runs forever,

and emits

no noxious fumes

whatsoever.

♥ of g•Old

Pduck_rabbitulling 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

Fragments Fragile

use_this_glass
 
if your favorite thing breaks, you

don’t throw it away you

pick up the pieces you

get the
 
 

Krazy Glue you

grab some

Duck Tape you

spackle that sh*t together you

re-think its placement you

put it in appropriate lighting

concealing the cracks

and you

cherish it the more

for its near loss…

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

the total algorithm

fuh beebs silhouette

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

 

Keeps my Neck from Unraveling

I’ve retrofitted my brain

‘got my Feng Shui on…

–plugged pot holes in my neural pathways

a bush & two birds

seismic-proofed my cortical bridge

a still rock’s moss

switched out the frontal lobe with the temporal

tree on which limb I reside

and widened all axons…

without permit

–why, what I’ve done with the den-

drites alone should make Better Poems & Gardens!

it wasn’t brain surgery

the removal of head from ass helped proprietary value, and

southern star

my hippo campus is so empty there’s room enough for dorms—

maybe there is—I forget

–plus hippo!

©Karen Robiscoe

Kar’ Pen Try

Charrons Chatter blah bidee blah blah blah
 
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