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Showing posts from February, 2012

who is your daddy?

tell me who makes you run for the border more than me who makes your whites a whole lot whiter your jump a little higher your cold so much cooler and your cream so much smoother go on and look it up child search high dig down low my face is all over that SEO say my name sugar you ain't had another brand like me say my name sexy you know couldn't last a  single day without me Rene ~ February 2012 Photo credit: Bob Adelman, 1965

Mojave Telephone

ringing in the ears has mined itself into my brain driving me hell batty speeding blindly long distances with obsessive urgency to a desert cave where a way was made in the wasteland near a river, an answer i am the receiver the sole confessor to them the many desolate thirsty waterlogged anonymous Rene ~ February 2012 For Magpie Tales Image credit: Epic Mahogany

stained midnight

you knew the light bent it in your favour & leapt gracefully across hearts cheeks and shoulders rouged chromatic incandescent pretending the dark had no claim over your lonely clumsy soul Rene ~ February 2012

bittersweet graffiti

My first thought at seeing this weeks Magpie photo prompt (below) was "There's always room for Jell-O". I then read the sentence under the photo.... "a grave in the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow" No room for Jell-O there. As sweet and non-filling as it is... ~ you can't take it with you that's a bone hard fact but you certainly can leave a little something for dessert behind... a gift to the world a memento a trinket or two of your time spent here on this rock. what would you leave your jewels your words your mother's eyes your father's voice what would you give to a world that held you ~ a deep fear of mine is leaving you alone behind worse than that is you leaving me before your time ~ Ahhh life. How's it going so far? Like my friend Braja reminds me Don't forget to laugh Rene ~ February 2012 For Magpie Tales "a grave in the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow"