March 2, 2015 
Comments Off on Maison de Maslow
I’d rather live in a glass house
than an A Frame,
as it ‘pears amid
all that construct
–insomnia, libido, and famine run rampant!
(rampant–not rampart)
Furthermore…
I have broken the safety rafter
(the foundational stud)
bouncing as hard I did,
from it
to the rafter
I loved,
having long since
lost hold on
the actuality of self
–I fell—
(faster than a’steam
room)
growing mold
&
seeking stasis…
Karen Robiscoe
February 23, 2015 Comments Off on Temporally out of order
2 scoops of reason,
man,
and don’t be a flake…
–when that box is empty
think outside the
serial.
©Karen Robiscoe
February 20, 2015 Comments Off on Un-palette-able
My breath was held
and I felt blue–
–seeing red
no rosy view
stirred me up some purple text
shaded sh*t—the color next
yellow belly
eying green
black as hell
and twice as mean….
©Karen Robiscoe
February 20, 2015 Comments Off on Archi-texture
the Walls have ears–
from the
-eaves
–dropping
—down,
to the
shut her up.
But don’t take my word for it….
raise the roof,
&
see for yourself.
©Karen Robiscoe
February 16, 2015 Comments Off on …but for a Moor
Swathed in albatross boa,
indenture
(far too young)
&
–missing anchor—
…
I drift
…
Neither weighted down,
nor grounded—
I strand
(eventually)
.
Nowhere bridge
burning
oil•spill•fierce
behind
me~
©Karen Robiscoe
January 4, 2015 Comments Off on La-la-la-la…I can’t hear you
He broke up with Christmas
because he hated
Carol,
who then broke up with Christianity
because she loathed
hymn–
the odious Mel….
with his heavy meddle,
and icky leers….
he
~in turn~
loved everything animated,
teaching her to hate
‘tunes….
though she did
refrain
from noting this.
(an’them so pretty)
Tell me,
wont you
ditty
do her
a disservice?
©Karen Robiscoe
December 31, 2014 Comments Off on Ship Shapes
I’m fashioning an arc
.kuh.
to ford the gravy sea
–should I find it—
as I’ve bean in the Navy
a while now, endive got to
break away
(from that bunch)
on account it’s driving me bananas!
(B-A-N-A-N-A-S!)
those nuts raisin hell in
ten huts is cramped & a
state that no longer a-peels…
too many potato–
–I’se weaving lemongrass
(for my gravy boat)
to rig & reinforce
the hull of it
(it’s berry strong)
shallot leek anyway, d’ya suppose?
if I beet it with cane,
or squash it against the grain,
or cast off only for the rubber duckie to turnip missing?
(AWOL–like me)
just barley I yam certain,
~if at all~
since the carrot
took to make was
stew-pendous!
stone stew-pendous!
and could double as
a
~radish~
(at any point)
and if I’m hungry, why
I’ll celery sail any day of the week.
©Karen Robiscoe
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