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Anne Marie’s  stretched out  like a queen
 across the back
 of a Cutlass Supreme

smokin’ weed 
and talking with Kumar 
watching leaves
 scud across  the reservoir

Mike is a jerk 
cuz he hasn’t yet  called her
 two months at college
 and he can’t be bothered
Well you know
 he can go climb a tree 
cuz he ain’t got 
 the common decency

to give the mother
 of his child  a shout
 damn college boys 
got it all figured out

dedicated to Lou Reed 1942-2013


i am the way
this neckof the woods
this leg of the journey hand to god
this highway's  not a ribbon
it's a zipper
your land 
rolls into my land
golden sweet
delicious deep
let freedom ring
honest  and clear as 
the night 
eyes wild with
halogen soaked
promised land  mountain songs
reach up
palm that star
the second  from the right
it's no lie
shhhh... just glide
let me drive
© 2013-Rene

Image ( via Magpie Tales )  le jardin, 1962, Max Ernst

after the ball

We danced until the wee small hours crept up so very curiously on cats  feet. Quiet as church mice we snuck out like fugitives, greeting dawn with half smirks over coffee cups. Pennies for our thoughts? We'd make a killing.
© 2013 ~ Rene
For Tess, on her birthday.


nose to nose
I can feel your  breath you're almost too close to reality
I try to scream I can't find my  voice if this is real it's not right it's insanity
am I awake or even alive I search for  clues in my files for some clarity
the more I seek  just to flesh you out  the deeper you dive  shaping
arcs in zero gravity
you are the ghost that runs  my machine I can't run I can't hide you're inside of me
Rene ~ 2013
This poem is about that half asleep/ half awake dream state that I sometimes have.
It freaks me out royally. I remember having it ( during a stressful time) for about a week.
I would have these vivid dreams of an old woman with no mouth pulling me out of my bed.
The dreams were so real and terrifying that I was afraid to go to sleep.
This was for 100 Word Song at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. The song pick this week is Poor Places by Wilco and is hosted by Didi @seablackwithink

no bull

be fooled child my bite is worse than my bark and my dark heart bluer than my eyes
2013 ~ Rene

tempus fidelis

have  i tried to press you into fulfillment will i never learn from the past?
i sit and wait, you always arrive gracefully it is my weak faith that stumbles
i count you as my only true fascination yet time spent alone with you, rare.
Rene ~ 2013

the truth is somewhere in the middle of unbelievable

i’m taking
every precious
ever uttered
from your face
and even 
a few breaths
of value i’m sticking
them in a 
pretty little, 
cozy crystal 
and heading out
on highway
90 i’m gonna
shake them 
and to the
watch them
pepper up
the sky before they
fall skidding,
back floating
smack into 
the mouth
of the dead sea
finally rene ~ 2013