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Charlotte Gainsbourg ~ AnOther
via Magpie Tales


come dancing
they ask me
i'd rather stay in
and play
with the pipers

climb their 
hooks
swing from their 
holy little arias
like private monkeybars

snake charmed,
smiling
i can hear
the beating of their blood
in every blessed word

how amazing
how sweet 
the soloist struggles
my sticky fingers 
reach

touching 
blood, wine
cigarette ash and tears
what a lovely paste 
for pictures

come dancing
they ask me
just try to 
be like the 
others

it's 
no use
and senseless
i'm thrilled by 
the company
of my pipers

Rene ~ 2013

Comments

  1. then pipers it is...though i dont mind a good dance every once in a while...i'd go live music any day though

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    1. I'm with you, Brian with seeing bands live.
      Thanks, man

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    2. anytime rene...smiles...will be in chapel hill, nc this weekend and hope to catch at least one...

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  2. "I'd rather court my pipers." But the pipers must be paid...

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    1. She's at the record shop every day!
      Ah... Remember record shops?

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  3. I remember record shops, and album cover art. Good one Rene.

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  4. Come to Bend ... we have an awesome vinyl shop!

    Love your poem, Rene.

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  5. well done Rene....and thanks for sharing your words

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  6. Love your pipers...their private monkey bars...

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  7. For the love of the pipers....this is lovely Rene! :-)

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  8. This was my favorite part: "touching blood, wine
    cigarette ash and tears what a lovely paste for pictures"

    The juxaposition of blood, wine and lovely put me in her frame of mine, in the moment.

    well done, Rene

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  9. I tend to march to my own music as well. Very well presented and spoken,

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  10. 'snake charmed, i can hear
    the beating of their blood
    in every blessed word..' -- oh my, i love this. pure poetic awesomeness. thank you.

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