Tag Archives: verse

I.Q…it means eye liner, write?

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER
 
orbiting the sun,

a loon-a’sea
 
 
employs moon wacks to

polish wing tips

like Ick R us

wishing for gravity boots

all along,

you know,

and

that giant step from man

kind

to cement imprint.

exactly like Blue Man group, except it’s Grau Man’s…

dropping

feathers like rain

–and crazy desire to howl and gnash jaws

since

birds aren’t feral—

dodo brain!

or even lupine.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

Pin•a•Peds read eat Herring

California_sea_lion
 
living in quicksand,

since the 70’s

even my super-mod mesh shirt can’t contain my emotions.

free them, either

Exposé nerves tangle in the tag,
 
 

and

dangling medallions catch in the Net;

wardrobe otherwise

be·lied,

be·witched,

and

uh…

be·malfunctioned.

sTrandiNg senTiments completely

starkers,

skin-free

raw,

do I not bleed

buff

ed: & unable to respire

Energy, too,

energy can be tapped, too.

–juh ever notice this—

the Original siphon

vibrating in unsecured wifi

drained

kickin’ it like hackey

sack

and spreading like an

oil spill

(or perfume)

depending on perspective,

and whether you’re all

ready

drowning

or not

or mer’ely

walking downwind…

©Karen Robiscoe

Crayola Recipes

Easy-Bake_oven

My Easy Bake Oven

is kitsch-and must have,

with light bulb so bright

and mixes pre-fab,

that cook cordon bleu

by just adding water,

to pre-measured powders

to make my cake hotter,

and top every muffin

~with treacly glaze~

no matter if dishes

cook all damn day,

since space-saving gadget

allows me the room,

^ for elbows ^

> and breathing <

and tables for two.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: kitchen must have

attribution: Bradross63

the State of Anapamu

pallet
 
If you want readers,

–if you really do–

skip pen & paper,
 
 
Like a stone

and kibosh keypunch,

hunt and peck and hunt and peck and

forget every shade of black and white there is, too, or at the very least smudge it,

and hunt and peck and hunt

a little

employ its outline, and

peck

at most, and then

immediately dry erase,

creating some double-duty diversion to redirect—say:

Look over there! Is that (a) well-aimed bookend coming for ya?

as an unconscious reader is

>this close<

to sub-text

and write in color!

High definition color!

Technicolor

ahh

color!

Code that chrome

poem

and

pantone those

prose pair a’ graphs

and

Tem·pur·ify this tittled

text, and

–f*ck ‘em if they call it graffiti, because is it really?

There’s nothing gray about it, and any true feat involved in an ersatz emoji world,

It’s in Webster’s now

the better.

emoji

The more hue·manity

–the best.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

 

 

Grit yer Teeth

hendry's
 
a broken hourglass,

and running the sands of time

so

shore footed, but

<<<<<<<<looking back

I can sea-weed’s a problem for me
 
 

Salt water ducks, too

and it tripped me up…

kelp!

(I yelled)

kelp!

(was felled)

thinking all along

weed-sea

what’s what…

©Karen Robiscoe

This = That