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2 ¢
June 7, 2015 
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If 1 of my senses
must be impaired,
I opt for the common
since common’s not rare,
keeping the extra-
-sensory close,
perception’s the tool
I rely on the most.
if 2 of my senses
were taken away,
the next would be
text book,
oh aye, & oh neigh
my horse sense would
canter up to the block,
and though I liked riding
I’m okay to walk.
If still yet another
sense would be lost,
incense is the sense
I’d certainly toss,
’cause fresh air is better
–it never needs lighting
is smoke free and sweeter
and much more inviting.
by Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: senseless
Bard Between the Lines
June 6, 2015 Comments Off on Bard Between the Lines
Library police
bust offenders for
un·seamly acts, they
profile
mal·contents
in the most
forward manner, they
target
The Borrowers
more than a little, they
pose no burning questions whatsoever
–just tick off index
before booking them into
Library Jail…
a bad ending, to say the least
a Page Purgatory populated
by career speed readers,
whose readout is overdue nevertheless
by textbook losers, bye
chronic book mark·ers, by
bloated pieces of work with
bad ink & dog earrings,
in the write ear
pretty much exclusively.
©Karen Robiscoe
Poker Tells
June 6, 2015 Comments Off on Poker Tells
stories need readers
–but reading’s not static…
the saga that’s sensed
depends on schematics,
since lines read
and minds read
are different in layout,
the reader in
need of
perception to say out—
–loud what the tale is,
the plot, and the premise,
though tea leaves
perceived
prefer pots & tempest,
and runes strewn
are no boon
without a clairvoyant,
as lined palms
want shaman
or else just annoyance…
while books and
the looks on–
–faces are altered,
by author
> of either <
not reader,
nor watcher,
since what’s
“loud and clear”
can act out a riot,
and “it” reads
like weeping,
if doubtful–just try it
yes, reed is the
~mouthpiece~
for writing on wall,
the fine print
bears squinting,
or don’t read at all.
©Karen Robiscoe
the Log•in my I
June 4, 2015 Comments Off on the Log•in my I
eye made a mistake, eye fixed
my spectacle
(s)
my Shade
(s)
my 3D vision
(s)
seeking to replace the write eye
that was log-jammed, and irksomely would•he
with rat pack finesse.
~the left I established long ago~
exchanging shattered glass
(still)
kaleidoscope colorful
& loupes
(still)
daring & dizzying
& faceted view
(still)
reflecting the million seen
(s)
for unsplintered lenses…
dangerously flimsy, but there were no contacts
fitting horn rims with
double convex,
rhinestone detail,
& tortoise shell
plus choke-chain lanyard,
& while this fresh outlook
is ordered…
or· gone ·eyes
is glaring in magnified detail…
is stylish, mirrored, & polarized…
like a blind man’s
is bi, tri, and my focal
exclusively
it’s shuttered my
3rd eye
in Coke bottle
goggles,
safe, but pointless
and
eye
can no longer
see.
©Karen Robiscoe
Pun (ish) Meant
June 3, 2015 Comments Off on Pun (ish) Meant
I run with Edward Scissorhands
>>>>>
a paper without rock…
and Wet old Willie
makes me frilly
curling my card stock,
while timing out
< releases <<<<<
a second rule: 2
the grimace made
from glut & paste
sticks my face like
. glue .
I displace so well with
others
(though)
a spilling MILF in tears…
a bundled bunch
of out to lunch
a pretzel–side of fear.
©Karen Robiscoe
Geometrie de Deux Erreurs
May 31, 2015 Comments Off on Geometrie de Deux Erreurs
time and measure
disagreed,
about the length
a year would need,
to feature seasons
days and weeks,
to round the sun
and at what speed…
time contending
three-six-nine,
accommodated
moon and tides,
leaving room
for set and rise,
of sun although
just trick of eyes…
measure wanted
something less,
three-six-oh
seemed measure best,
a textbook circle
no excess,
tried and true
and fully blessed…
alas, the loop
was shy of goal,
despite the truth
of circle whole,
it missed the mark
to stall at pole,
a shortfall, sure
but fixable…
while time itself
ran well beyond,
the starting point
was there and gone,
throwing off the
dusk and dawn,
quittin’ early,
going long.
so calendar
was called to solve–
the proper rate
a year involved,
how long the earth
took to revolve–
around the sun
and made the call…
three-six-five
was deemed to be,
the flawless mix
of time and reach,
it formed ellipse
and perfectly,
a fabric wave
in cosmic see.
©Karen Robiscoe
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