lady la la liberty

Supermoon, New York, Julio Cortez via Magpie Tales

I look at that moon

like it's another quarter

slipped in

the smiling notch of

my bank book

i can hardly lift

all that hope

i make gravy wells

in clouds

for all my crazy dreams

but my champagne heart

has beggar's

arrhythmia

and i stubbed my toe

on a horny back toad

how them golden slippers

ever gonna fit me, now

go an' howl down a

mongrel rainstorm up

that yellow brick road

Rene ~ July 2013

For Magpie Tales

blown

to know each breath that creates such covetous bliss that’s my joy, my private treasure

Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind the tears they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012

waiting for the boss

this is the story of a girl who lived in the basement of the girl next door sheltered in the confines of a suburban tract house dungeon; her punishment for runnin' wild with dreams half unlatched she ran like a spirit in the night from those badlands wind blowin' through her hair shielding her eyes from the blinding light she hugged onto a shoreline of hope someday soon, she's not sure when her savior will rise up from the streets with an armload of rain soaked roses and second chances Rene ~ 2010 Click Here to join Magpie Tales creative writing group .

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