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

she's still not over the fact that she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits, for burying me, prematurely, over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out "The Song Of The Stone Healer"

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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