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No Frills .Txt

Bitter on BITMAPS

mapping my trails

DOT•ting per inches

& granular Grails

J•PEG

skull-duggery

heads in a box

it’s bullsh*t

its buggery

they don’t even pop

& even a puppet

can jack off his top

but GIFs here aren’t Jiffy

& KERNELs aren’t corn

in web world they mimic

a TIFF

> or a thorn <

an irksome a-SIDE

from MOTHER-less BORED

not proctoring DOCS

but dishing the scorn

a stocking of TROJANs

with no Troy amour

just AVATARs tracking

in endless promotion

2x polished COMMENT

replacing the spoken

PINGBACKs as black as

box lost in ocean

yes, surfing these WAVs

prompts seafront erosion

Bookmarking taste

EMOGEE emotion.

©Karen Robiscoe

Motel ∞

colleseum
 
He was her emotional

whore

a crutch

that fixes
 
 
 
 
the worst kept

(impeccable dream)

Quickie

to a•Muse

for a rhyme

as she—he

but her tricks

>while heady<

left her

crumpled as

towels long thrown

tacky, too

like neOn

arrowing eXits

from an

eLephant show

pink, grey,

in house & out

but stage struck by grieF

a hard act to follow with credible bravado,

Hotel California…

*pOOf*

caned her, but collected her,

like those little shampoos

and soaps you never use–

curtain-calling the lather of a

1 man show.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

Give Him the Boot

sexy babeshe had a blue tooth smile

& Apples

in her cheeks–

eyes lensed in photographic memory

& mother-boarding hips,

& we shared so many common programs, besides.

It seemed like a meme.

we handheld for a time…

in those days of chips & Dosses

ah, Y…

the orientation was landscape, &

a macro upgrade seemed certain

a little Log-on cabin in the Webs

with a white picket Firewall,

Sensible thumb drive &

maybe a few links…

but I pushed the wrong buttons

(too much auto-correct!)

and she dumped me.

and sure,

I space-barred around a while,

but for the sake of inner PC, I eventually powered down.

©Karen Robiscoe

All Thumbs

cntrl F

My E•S•P

though S•O•P

went O•T•T

thru WI-FI…

The C•P•U

helped (me) SNAFU

the ODDs with U

2 SNAKE-EYE • •

no G•I•F

2 yr J-PEG

no T•L•C or X•O…

no ((BRACKETS )) sent

with sentiment

no bigger ❤ EMOTED…

now M•O•D

4 MY SELFIE

is yet T•B •DETERMINED…

since T•T•Y

can mean GOOD-BYE

depending on the

PERSON.

my days on ASS

will have to PASS

W•O the L•O•L’in’…

cuz ROLL I’m on

is CRAPPY one

& I•R•L ain’t SELLIN’.

Karen Robiscoe is my favorite author

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©Karen Robiscoe

Aloha Means Good-bye

aloha girl

Hula honey

on a stage

swivel as I pass

shake that butt

and coconut

when I hit the gas

spin a hoop

around your waste

until I hit the brakes

ditch the ring

and try to cling

to dashboard while you shake.

Ο

©Karen Robiscoe