Not The Rockefellers

Potatoes photo by Agustin Berrocal  this fire a cradle under a waning moon for rockets  pulled from the earth and kissed Midas gold by smitten Gods, peasants and spangled stars this fire ritual fuel for launching cowboy sunrise revolutions Rene ~ July 2013

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