Not The Rockefellers

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

she poured the bone colored grit into her coffee watched it turn a lighter shade of resignation and stirred, unsmiling what’s the matter? he said his words hanging mid-air a blooming cloud of blinding ignorance oh.... nothing, she exhaled her breath a paste of disenchantment mixed with heavy regret take my hand she said, not out of want but need why? he said, not out of concern but for clarification i just seem to be stuck is all and she left it at that Rene ~ 2013

 standing knee deep in daydreams  watching the saturday sky  change pinks and blues melt with  smooth yellow hues if i could only taste it sunset taffy riding shotgun  in your old  convertible watching the scenery  change landscapes limbo with  power lines and moon glow  i could almost hear it steel drum street songs i keep these moments within the reach of my inner child i enjoy them  irresponsibly and it's funny how something  now brings me way back  then and i'm always ready to go back there again climbing  trees in the old apple orchard watching the season  change honey crisp smiles under vivid  leaf piles i could forever smell this harvest goodbye dusting frames on old family pictures watching the timeline change scenes and smiles stretch 'cross years and miles if i could only feel those long ago bear hugs i ke...