Patting back,
she listened for echo
searching for a vein
(of gold)
to the heart,
she struck a nerve instead…
©Karen Robiscoe
Tag Archives: poetry
Such a Fancy Cowl
June 7, 2014 
3 Comments
the derby, ‘stakes,
and preakness
beneath the glitz and sleekness
(nice hat)
is subjugated torture
from which they make a fortune
(phat cat)
no late day repercussion
concerned about concussion
(bone snaps)
just training, tricks,
and slaughter
(nice hat)
slow hooves consigned
to fodder.
(phat cat)
©Karen Robiscoe
Pen-a-Diction
June 6, 2014 Comments Off on Pen-a-Diction
all addictions
leave me broken
all except
the noted spoken
eloquence
transcribed by sheaf
a diction suited
for relief,
an “add•ed daily”
via mind–
/ paper /
…pen…
to capture lines
–reflections from a
Looking Glass
not railed in
on night-train crap
and sure Bukowski
worked his rye
but what Chuck worked
would f*ck most guys,
and Internet
don’t get me started!
since logging on,
I can’t depart it!
and thusly is
the silent page
my best obsession
my safest stage.
©Karen Robiscoe
It Isn’t Dandruff
June 5, 2014 1 Comment
without you
I’m 19 cigarettes.
–an even dozen
(from the Baker)
99 cents,
lint,
&
a
rubberband,
>close<
but no
Lewinsky
and close only counts
in horseshoes, hand grenades,
& the beginning of horseshoes and hand grenades.
Divided
>I pick<
unknotting
thread
that revels
that reviles
that reveals
an unraveling.
©Karen Robiscoe
Howling Full Tilt
June 5, 2014 4 Comments
a lone wolf yet bays
tracking windmill and moonbeam
slicing the darkness
©Karen Robiscoe
Atonal Pretty Girl
June 4, 2014 2 Comments
she was beautiful
her black shining face
lit up when I came in the room
framed in a slick do
she changed as often as clothes
accentuating her broad brow
she was receptive to anything
I suggested
and even added to it–
heyyyy,
Mac’ Machina….
©Karen Robiscoe
TsuMami
June 4, 2014 Comments Off on TsuMami
Mama peels back her currents
looking for spare Change
in her nethermost nooks
–her Birds forget to sing
in that terrible stillness
that smile that isn’t
toothsome reef—skinned grimace
trembling tide pools—bleed out
yaw in pregnant
protest
but
Mama Earth guffaws that buck-snorting guffaw
(inappropriate to the situation, yet eminently so)
busting belts
bursting seams
slapping life to its knees
bent double, backward laughs
“ah-ah-ah-ah!”
(demonic, you know)
gargled salt water
(for chronic strep)
quenches her own thirst
–she spits.
©Karen Robiscoe
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