whether near
or distal
skeletal
or gristle
defenseless
or with pistol
reflected in
my crystal
where
rabbits go
Rabbis’co…
©K Robiscoe
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Yore Kidding Me
May 4, 2014 
3 Comments
Greeting your neighbor
used to involve
a wave of the hand
and pat of their dog
a quick game of Frisbee
or shared trip to shop
a compliment paid
for a gardening job.
But these days
the neighbors
are harder to know,
>ears plugged for sound<
<head wired to nodes>
the head nod–
*a spasm*
the grin
a gum show 😀
eyes glued to digits
smart phone aglow
and sure, these progressions
have google to boast,
but I prefer contact
without a web host,
as tangible presence
beats giggle/bite ghost
the hearts interacting
not keypunched,
♥ ↔ ♥
but gold.
©Karen Robiscoe
Nay’Fare’
April 15, 2014 9 Comments
I walked beside
Main~streaM
(a•series•of• wholly-fluked•weekender•lakes)
brushed Lunatic Fringe
From my eyes
& Banged elbows in oil
greased dis•TreSS into
MeduSan curls
…cOils that Set
without
mouSSe…
©Karen Robiscoe
Mud Gets in Your Eyes
April 14, 2014 4 Comments
She was poured
out of her skull,
&
–over rocks
Beached Sex
and I was a Hatted Man
.neat.
a double-tall drink of whiskey
sweet as cherry
~stirrup~
and ours was a toast to remember
hear! hear!
an electric Tee
that wobbled disco balls for light years.
©Karen Robiscoe
Shore-brake
March 18, 2014 10 Comments
She waded at a silent shore,
testing brink of now & then
–and whispered wish for sands before
and missing him a life or more
beyond the shoals of why & when,
She waded at a silent shore
as sirens will a sea implore,
on weighted buoy of hope & yen
–and whispered wish for sands before
that any tide, or swearing for
could e’re undo, nor change amend,
She waded at a silent shore
impelled to seek by deepest core,
confusing, fixed phenomenon
–and whispered wish for sands before
for beacon lost atop a moor
that trumped all start & stayed all end
She waded at a silent shore
–and whispered wish for sands before…
©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: That’s Amore
the Tenth reason
November 29, 2013 11 Comments
Can I have that?
Oh, I want that!
Very much.
Everybody has one…
Tomorrow I’ll want something else.
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