
he drew
insincere
smileys,
stamped
imitation
gold stars,
checked w
dotted lines
and liked
nothing.
status update
undated,
profile picture
outdated,
& every acronym
misspelled—
um, hello?
it was obvious
he was the real thing.

he drew
insincere
smileys,
stamped
imitation
gold stars,
checked w
dotted lines
and liked
nothing.
status update
undated,
profile picture
outdated,
& every acronym
misspelled—
um, hello?
it was obvious
he was the real thing.

I need to be
win-dicated,
swell-i-dated,
unswitchable &
accounted 4
–times over. . .
No thumbs up,
or thumbs down,
but all thumbs &
all over–
clumsily. . .
I wish to be
added
& oared
in
life, love
&
boat style,
No pretext,
or subtext,
just context in
all’out
fashion. . .
I want an
app
to
‘prove me,
‘laud me,
and
‘prize me
–with all the whistles and bells that
open
floor
&
end
doors—
–is what I want
(to be clear)

Roxie, Roxie,
Paradoxy
callin’ weed a bloom
your a.m. glory
changes story
when clock strikes high noon


it’s weird
that they make almond milk
since almonds are all man
it’s sweet
like meat
but I repeat
the nuts are in the can
it’s near
as weird as milk from rice
cause grain is more like bran
it’s nice,
all right
but Jesus Christ
where are the rice’s glands?
Yes, grain is strange
and soy is bean
that smacks of sauce you tilt
on egg rolls fried
and bowls
of rice—dba as milk
no wonder now,
I stick with cow
whose moos familiar theme
skim or butter
that udder mother
cracks a whipping cream.
He told me
go write,
but I
tried left,
‘postured
traveling asea,
but I went awry,
‘posited
trusting
inner direction,
still I chose rail,
‘posed
soaring above
(it all)
but contentious I,
I misplaced my route in murk
considering myself
A Queen
–and no Queen B
and yet when a
high road led me to contentment,
I found tack.
Foregoing circuitous path halfway
–sealing circle.
You have to carpe diem
or fate will pass you by…
since seeing carp
— don’t free ’em —
for that you need to fly *
so don’t wait–
* bait & seize ’em
unless you don’t fish fry…

©Karen Robiscoe
prompt: fry

He was the
bee’s knees
(He was dreamy)
He was g’natty
(he dressed sharp)
He was fly
(he was handsome)
. . .
maybe that’s why
he bugged me so
much.