The Fifty Cent Tour

Saturday, April 6, 2013

dirtywork

such a grand old fear
that one 

the empty page
unlit by a new moon

fresh times 
of dark realization

of who and what
we truly are

we are 
holes

furiously burned
into blinding white paper

that no amount of wine
prayer,charm or pleading fill

so we fuck

we fuck
to favor our gods

and kill our darlings

We fuck
to free worlds
!

worlds like wheels
spinning 'round and 'round

great expectant moon
sanctuaries

built on body heat
and dirty work

we fuck
for the thrill of pearls

charmed from snakes
and silk purses

we fuck 
for letters from unfaithful muses

we fuck
for one more midnight enjambment 

one more 
psalm of inspiration in a keening fuck moan 

Writers.
Fuck.

Rene~2013

Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas

For 100 Word Song
This week's prompt "Dirty Work" by Steely Dan

For the love of our words
We are fools

25 comments:

  1. Riding with the windows down and the wind in my hair today!

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    1. Awesome! Just check the mirror for bugs in your teeth :)

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  2. ah but better to be a fool than boring eh? smiles.
    ride on...wind in your hair...

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  3. yes, yes we do. who gots a problem with this?

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    1. No problem ma'am...just a little smiling and waving at the girl in the mirror :)

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  4. Glorious metaphor! Ride on indeed.

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  5. Well said! Great response to this prompt.

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  6. This makes me want to RIDE with the wind! I enjoyed this.

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  7. Really liked this piece. One cannot help but feel the freedom your words bring to mind.

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  8. for the thrill of pearls
    charmed from snakes
    and silk purses

    A treasure trove, indeed...

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  9. There are so many great lines...

    I am truly amazed how that painting has taken us venturing into new paths...

    paint me in many hues, not just black

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  10. I love the visuals from this, and the flow. I especially loved "We are holes furiously burned into blinding white paper that no wine, prayer or pleading fill. So we ride".

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  11. This is a thrilling statement of purpose. May you ride on. I liked

    "We are holes
    furiously burned
    into blinding white paper
    that no wine, prayer or
    pleading fill."

    We are holes, that is, we exist only in the absence of something else. Spoke to me, Thanks.

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  12. Ah... not for love! Say it isn't so, Rene. Say it isn't so!

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  13. Thanks for this vit of old school hell fire and damnation from the pulpit Rene, once more for the road !. I was raised Catholic so it brings back old memories. Cheers, mate

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  14. Oh, those muses, have left me a fool more than once...

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  15. one of your best. That first stanza, well the second one two, are so inspirational and cutting. I loved this. Thanks for bringing the heat for 100 word song, Rene

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