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Auto Pilots

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thinking can be onerous

a spinning wheel

on synapse bus

a thousand loops

in Voids-R-Us

a complex groove

~in disco club~

it really asks a lot from us!

But Gates

has changed that process up

freed our brains from thinking stuff

gave those Jobs to Mothers Bored

Bit that Apple

–f*cked us more–

then logging on

with sticks from Tree

of Knowledge vast

–but streamed & screened–

we settle in

like Lambs in lee

ignorant

(so blissfully)

of side-effect

as Cursors

/ click /

Gates at Park

close

…brick by brick…

Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: Auto-pilots

A Writer Shade of Pale

I’m having fun playin’ around with the term (aka phonetic sound) of palate–pallid–pallet & palette…which mean respectively: taste, pallor, cot, and artist’s board for paint. I’ve already eliminated the latter 2, while these next 2 “sketches” have fun with the former coupla’…

What else. Drawing in Illustrator–I am having a blast with this program, and look forward to sharing what I work on now–when it’s done. I tried to sign up for a class at City but they don’t have one just for Illustrator….lucky I got an A in it first time out, soz acclimating to the new menu is not too difficile.

H-e-n-n-yway. A day-dreamy, too-hot-to-play-outside-yet day, hope you guys are good.

penning gold

 

a writer’s pallid

is understandable

we don’t get out much–

for all the rocks we push uphill

they tend to roll down

Yabba Dabba Doo style

steamrollin’

Fred where he paces,

soles an’ all…

small apple

a writer’s palate is

unique

either very refined

–read: picky–

or hogwash happy

there is no in between for the famished scribe

no TV dinner

“good enough”

no fast food

“slow enough”

no Twinkie

“twinkly enough”

it’s tits on a ritz,

crème de la crème,

or the pits.

(olive pits, though)

since writers so infrequently

~snack~

busy as they are,

with their hands.

©Ker-Ker

 

Related: Cleric Merrick

Related to related: Black& White Rainbow

Ghost Writer II

cas-pahMediums consult things,

spiritual things

pullin’ the Shades

& grabbing that cup

of lucky Yahtzee dice.

Symbolic things, 2,

take–4 example–

the

~Boogey Man~

no séance is complete without

at least 1

John Travolta

>> in polyester 3-piece >

Present

to fuse some

Saturday Night Reaper

wit’

strobe-spangled

Scientology shenanigans .

He brings Spirits in a flask, &

pretty reliably, too,

who cares if he’s a Zeitgeist casualty?

Weave all been there…

collaterally damaged,

an’ loopin’ like

6 flags–

hell it’s what séances are for!

Ah, but back to John…

…who has remarkable penmanship

by the way, &

if the flask empties

before Happy Hour, you roll with it–

that 5 o’clock Shadow

works wonderfully well,

& subtracts nothing

from a sunny day, ’cause it isn’t as if

stubble reflects.

©Karen R.

Related: Ghost Writer

Daily Prompt: Ghost Writer (archive)

 

 

7/11

skippers dipper

this skiPPer’s diPPer

refreshing potion

is Ice-Sea of knowledge

nicked from the ocean

 A saline non-issue

that’s filtered thru kelp

–which doubles as swimsuit

and that’s a big help.

and sure there’s a

brain freeze

if too Big a Gulp

& globally warming

the outsides results.

Better to sip &

assimilate brine

since hydrated insight

applies itself fine.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: Pick your Potion

5 Minutes on the Clock

money_money

the daily prompt

you crack me up

asking if we’d work

an’ stuff

if money

was an issue moot

I swear to God

you’re just too cute!

what is it

we do each day

if not labor?

it ain’t play!

cropping pictures

punching say

filling web up

AOK

as last time that

my rabbit ears

appeared

they

popped

from

my arrears

and humorous

as that appears

this sphere ain’t why

my bank-drafts clear.

I’d work for free

is what’s germane

a higher calling

bears my name

desire

to discover

same

& learning

truth of Living game.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: if $ didn’t matter

 

MagicK of Hoo-Ville

barn_owl_1an owl

came to me this night

a portent, he

I knew on sight

at end of loam

in deep twilight

in magicK gloam

en*vision bright

on silent wing

did bird alight

drawing wings

as I drew breath

murmuring

a thanks for bless

determining

what ranks as less

as sentinel above observed

a pray in pause

and knew my words

soundless

groundless

sentry eyes

followed mine

en’raptored sign

confirming that my

Ken of Souls

is legacy

is

~shore

&

sheol~

©Karen R. 

Knee JerX

little_storefrontI went

down to the 5 and 10

bought myself some

ball-point pens

lined my eyes

& papered lids

practiced cursive

eyelashes…

thinking less

I thought-less, too

tried some Peeps

in aqua-blue

fluffy insides

used for glue

amended Hallmark

cards too sweet

appended chicken marks

with feet

(then ended up with 5 for 3)

moVing on

I counted change

Sparkletts flat

was still in range

re-versed like whine

with Sharpie markers

I paid full-price

for swag in Parka.

Karen Robiscoe.