December 12, 2014 
Comments Off on Ray-Bans
meeting some people’s eyes is bruising
socket shiners
windows to mud-streaked souls
all blind spot
whether stripping
(or)
cracked
blackout lids
you see too much
glancing blows
(that)
splinter
& fracture
spitting shards of pane
phreak house phantasmagorias
pupils
>the dead kind<
that learned stuff no one needs to see…
©Karen Robiscoe
December 10, 2014 Comments Off on Better Off in the Base-Meant
the tore-nado hits
when we’re in the
wreck room
(playing house)
and though we run
for a portal—
it’s sticks!
foregoing
door jamb
–when a gale breaks the glass—
(house)
and opting for
the sudden wind-OW
(Toto, too, roofing all over the house like mad)
we make our escape
onto the balcony,
not a shingle second too soon
(so we thought)
until the storm
terr-ace
a new
alcove…
©Karen Robiscoe
December 9, 2014 Comments Off on the Other Gold
I’d give thanks,
if in my bank,
the funds were made of time…
No more lament,
of days ill spent,
all loans repaid at prime.
Yes, glad I’d be,
if money tree,
was seeded past and present…
with futures phat,
returning that–
I’m king instead of peasant.
I’d then increase,
my inner peace,
investing self per diem…
with kindly acts,
no tit for tax,
no tithe to cryptic scheme.
Just har-mony,
e•ter•nally
enriching all I see…
I’d stock unsold,
this wealth like gold,
bestowing shares for free.
With that accrued,
I’d pursue, too,
another purse to ration…
the love inside,
all humankind,
is thing I’d view as cash–
–and let it rain,
on IRE or pain,
un-til the bleeding masses…
were healed in heart,
alight from dark,
by payday love advances.
©Karen Robiscoe
December 8, 2014 Comments Off on First On Race Day
3’s
a
crowd
&
2
too much
opt
4
spot
that’s
far
from
clutch,
1
is
lone
–it’s
—prime
—-it
—–starts!
&
bests
the
rest
with
no
odd
parts,
it’s
first
(in)
(verse)
once
pen
in
hand,
no
search
4
more–
just
pen
&
man.
it’s
sole
so
spare
it’s
fine
&
rare,
a
stag
to
brag,
but
not
to
share.
©Karen Robiscoe
December 6, 2014 Comments Off on I Got a Feeling
trust your gut
>that little voice<
any time you make
a choice,
since hairs
will only stand on nape,
when the feedback
is innate.
your sense that’s sixth
is intuition
comprising more
than inner frisson
composed of sheets of
fine perceptions
gathered from
untold impression
body language?
sure that’s one
and moues on mug
can start that thrum
add history
of other such
and soon
you’ll have
a flutter-gut.
Yes, Sig Man Freud
conjectured apt:
coincidence
is utter crap
–all accidents
a misconception–
while ESP
is true collection…
of hundreds
maybe thousand
things
assembled from
the outside in.
©Karen Robiscoe
December 6, 2014 Comments Off on Oz Borns
Oz never gave the Metal Man
mettle
but he did
find it at a souvenir stand there,
and Dorothy got a wicked
pair of vintage kicks
–made for walking
(and her little dog, too)
but where was she even going?
(her next shin-dig)
everyone knows you wear slippers around the house,
and the straw man,
well, the straw man
he was proven liar
by his very instance
–albeit a clever one—
now wasn’t he…
while the lion
(rahr, the lion)
might have whiled away
his fearful existence in peace,
a dream away a dream away
had not that trio happened upon him
and taught him he was
afraid.
©Karen Robiscoe
December 4, 2014 Comments Off on Maid Merry End
when does a “to do” list
become a bucket list,
a “must do this”
but “f*ck that” list…
when “to do”
or “to die”
is today
or to try, lest–
passing years
find ink just
dried grist
a tucked-into-pocket
reason to sigh, since
wish without action
is stuck in the mud, it’s
just up to you
not luck
or a near miss…
©Karen Robiscoe
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