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table for one

he was still
as a stained glass saint
she was a serpent
at his heel
ready to spring
at the slightest movement
it rattled at her brain
and bothered her balance
what was she missing
what the cosmic secret
he kissed her and smiled gratefully
comfortably numb

as one hundred thousand
over caffeinated teeth
gnawed away 
at her belly
Peace ~ Rene

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  1. Brian MillerMay 19, 2010 at 10:21 PM

    and all i can picture is that scene from ALIENS...

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  2. Irish GumboMay 20, 2010 at 6:32 AM

    Drop kicked right off the field!

    Ooof. Sat at that table one too many times. Good one, Rene.

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  3. Chuck DilmoreMay 20, 2010 at 9:03 AM

    i love how you paint...

    vividly
    but from cool angles.
    sometimes sideways.

    richly
    but never
    givin' it away.

    always demands another look!
    "in slo-mo this time!"
    sweet, Rene~

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  4. GinnyMay 20, 2010 at 10:03 AM

    Rene, you are GOOD. I like this poem... a lot!

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  5. PearlMay 20, 2010 at 1:50 PM

    Yikes, Rene. What are you doing in my house?

    Pearl

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  6. cheatymoonMay 20, 2010 at 3:46 PM

    Oh man... you must have been at my house this weekend.

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  7. Joanna JenkinsMay 21, 2010 at 11:14 PM

    This sounds like my BFF's house! Well done Rene.
    jj

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