Not The Rockefellers

i  shall float on through colours gay and glorious weaving my name into the night © 2013-Rene

they wrote of bluebirds and British cartography holding back their tongues they knew each other by the smooth stroke of their pens never touching hands they kept talk of love in the silence of their hearts their voices, their sighs never meeting air 2013-Rene For Magpie Tales

Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895-96, Edgar Degas  grace flows  without  strings or seams born pirouetting spinning through the ether of dreams © 2013-Rene

come to me in dreams easy like saturday clothes we'll hunt butterflies © 2013-Rene

Resurrection Reunion 2,  1945, Sir Stanley Spencer (via Magpie Tales ) my heart is a broken standpipe fanning city water cayenne across sidewalks gutters ripple red over fast food bags and cigarette butts over the feet of priests and pit bulls over the hands of drunks and babies and into the mouths of rats and raconteurs you never oughta drink it when it ain't runnin 2013~Rene

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

 2013-Rene dedicated to Lou Reed 1942-2013

i am the way this neck of the woods this leg of the journey hand to god this highway's  not a ribbon it's a zipper unzzzipped 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