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what i wanted i waited for 
with cool confidence
and mirror practiced
believable body language

i wanted you to want me to tell you what you wanted
what i wanted were the wings sprung  from the sound of register rings
Rene ~

red house, rear window

walls may have ears
but windows have big
mouths that stage whisper 
the pillowcase confessions
of their keepers

every last breath
every little death
every dark lacey doing
every coming and going

every sacred locket vesper
you swore you didn't tell
shutter your secrets
shutter them well

Rene ~ April 2011

y'hear that?

what you are about to hear
is the bubble wrap  snap of 
sapphire encrusted  shamrocks
surrounding ruby  slipper shod
sacred hearts as they  twirllike  dizzy dervishes
until spinning  themselves
into fine silken strands
that taste a lot like
grape kool-aid
and sizzle  on the tongue like pop rocks

tune it on in
what you are about
to receive is a  full piece of peter max whirled  harmony
treat your head
close your eyes 
let your ears glide
over the scope of
the collision

Rene Foran ~ April 2011
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"We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures".  ~ Thornton Wilder
Thank you all  for bringing to my heart  so many treasured moments Peace~ Rene
See you all next week

blue willow

i don't like eggs
but you knew this already
i know you're thinking
such a terrible waste
but it's not,
you see

i'm feeding them to the dog
she loves them
just as much as i know
she loved you
and the way you walked her
as if every single thing
she sniffed
mattered to you as well

sorry, dear
pardon my
red wine
opera crowd
violin string tugging
(your words)
i ramble at breakfast

like a fussy percolator
but you knew this already
morning is when
i am most honest
and vulnerable
i know that's why you left
after dinner

oh god dammit
i miss you so much
what i did before
is a mystery
and what i do now
is insanity

i'm frying up eggs
just to smell them again
and to perhaps coax you
from wherever you are
for breakfast
did you know i believe
that there is still
a ghost of a chance

Rene Foran ~  April 2011

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approach me clear eyed and  without reservation caress my shoulder run your fingers through my hair, coax a giggle from a dapple of light then whisper  softly on my lips and i will reward you with a song yet to be heard

Peace ~ Rene

jesus aquarius

run fast
little one eyes blinded by life
lungs burning from the acrid smoke of
lost hope 
do not stop run to me 
fall to the earth
arms hugging 
toes gripping sand 
let loose
the litany of the wrongs,
the slights cry on my shoulder 
every demon
that dogs you
all that glitter that shunned you  belt it out like Aretha
go 'head and tell me
from your shoulders
the jagged slab
that owns you
tumble it into mei will make smooth
the crags
with each turn,
rough patches polished
soul bright
Peace ~ Rene

red shepherd

Yea though i walk
through the valley of the pampered chef,  the necessary wrought iron wall sconce with bonus freesia scented votive, and the soft as burlap
naughty lingerie makeover
party; I will fear no
boredom: for thou art
with me; thy fruit
and thy warmth they comfort me. My cup runneth over.
Rene ~ April 2011

letters from the dollhouse

full moon
where are you?
probably dead,
maybe cheating on me

that's what the girls are sayin'
hang 'em all
filthy sluts
they don't know
about us

i'm sleeping
in a dollhouse
our bed's too big
for just me
too little for all my nothing,

it's okay, but
the walls talk too much
the ceiling
is a two way mirror
with a hairline fracture

your "friends" are macking on me
crappy card store trinkets,
silk raindrop roses
car wash love song collections
they are tramps.
i am a lady
i keep my legs crossed at the ankles

i saw a homeless guy
on Athens Ave
he had eyes like yours
the wild tangled hair of a boar
i missed you, so...
i shaved his head.
they say everyone has a double
it was just my imagination
running with scissors again

i'm knitting you a shroud
shut up.
i really am.
you'll see it when it's finished.
all for you, babe
fun fact:
a doll's legs will twitch
while it's being scalped
but onl…

the loop

“I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone”
Ranier Maria Rilke

mute swan hiss

there are times
you must take yourself
by the hand
and remind yourself
that while
your arms
bear a striking resemblance
to a dancer's
the legs
are what matter, here

dream, yes
but with wings
don't let
your heart get caught
in a fools net my dear

Rene Foran ~ April 2011

take twelve

please be quiet for twelve seconds i want to 
listen to you
Peace ~ Rene

spool of siloam

how do you 
see it, friend
are you with
me or am 
i with you ?

what is the
answer, brother
did you lose
a boot or 
did you find one?

how do you
paint the stripes on 
zebra, neighbor?
black on white 
or white on black?

it's all in 
how you see it, friend
i see, you see
i know, you know
what i mean

Rene Foran ~ April 2011

drop it like it's science

stumblin' outta bed
you do the rope twist shimmy
cotton tangled blue
and the sun says gimme
c'mon now turn it on
let's steam it up

go an' tease your hair
in a soft serve confection
icing on your lips
foggin' up your reflection
c'mon now blow it off
let's build it up

ssssteam it up
build it up
and when it gets
too hard to hold
we'll just let the whole
thing go
off and we'll do it again
all over again

Rene Foran/ Not The Rockefellers ~ April 2011

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