Not The Rockefellers

Venus de Milo with Drawers, Salvador Dali, 1936 make me the keeper of your trinkets your dirty little thrill bits your moustache wax your un-pressed slacks load 'em up here daddy bring me your holy psycho laundry slip me the honey in your locket lemme be the hamper for your pocket the bureau of your shame the strongbox for your flame just scoop 'em up sugar fill me with your sacred goods and plenties i can be your safe house Aphrodite or Venus, more politely the cocoon for your treasures chiffonier of your pleasures you can finger me rightly with cocktail stirrer charm nightly spill 'em all out baby your wicked riches are safe with me i'll be your lover your junk drawer your doctor your drunk whore your casket of faces your keepsake oasis go 'head and file me someplace where you'll find me my drawer's always open your need is the key Rene ~ February 24, 2013 For Magpie Tales

Image: public domain images i don't believe in superstitions they only breed unholy ignorance can't no rabbit's foot could ever fix i don't find trouble in fearsome digits when there are way too many demonic idiots that have me counting to six six six i ain't skeered of crossin' black cats or tippin' toes 'round every street crack to keep my mamma upright and i'm never one for cussin' when i'm given a bakers dozen 12 + 1 is perfectly fine good things for me it seems always happen in thirteens i don't know what else there is to say i guess i'm lucky lucky that way Rene ~ January 1, 2013 Happy, Lucky 2013 For d'Verse Poets Open Link Night Week 77 ~ Happy New Year!

you wake me and steal me up to the railroad tracks our feet sending silver lit avalanches of gravel tumbling down as we climb holding hands rails running  well rehearsed lines beneath our feet the moon tunnels under covers you kiss me alive Rene ~ 2013

The thing I remember most about Esme was that amidst her thrift store furnishings she had one of those French provincial type telephones. The kind that Elizabeth Taylor had in Butterfield 8.  She'd say that all the time too, most likely while fingering a crumb of Captain's Wafer out of her cleavage and delicately placing it in her mouth like Beluga caviar...  "Same fuckin' phone as was in da movie." Esme's world was a gyre of Paul Klee paintings, Popular Club pantsuits with Hermes scarves, teak tv trays, and Taster's Choice Instant Coffee. "Honey, just put in a splash of half and half and then a spoonful of Cremora...Tastes just the same and you'll save on the cream." On Sundays, we'd watch Masterpiece Theatre while sipping on SaveMart Tea in Royal Doulton bone china cups.  Pinkies up. That was pure Esme.  Indulge commonly. Live mightily.  Rene ~ November 1, 2012 For d'verse poets "Meeting The Bar" challenge "Po...

where am I? i am here where the words are once in awhile when they want to come out and dance god that's pathetic I hate when i talk like that like i'm some mystical door for shiny happy words to traipse through holding hands singing corporate love songs in perfect harmony on the berm behind the Wal-Mart that's not the way it is that ain't the real real thing Neil Young  could sing that  last stanza that odd collection of words how they would sway rocking their little storied  hearts out and I'd twinkle but alas they'd be buried on a horrible album because Neil Young albums are either wonderful or horrible and i own all those truths ~ where was i? oh yeah the words where are they? what a stupid question they're in me but they ain't coming out until i let 'em writing is a voluntary action it's not like taking a crap though it sometimes produces crap this too shall pass ~ ahem while driving throu...

Image: Escher, Puddle 1952 the sky was gorgeous today did you see it? omg, it was amazing i struggled to name it but ended up slack jawed stuck in my tracks wordslayed thoughts tangled like kite strings in Charlie Brown treetops ARRGH!  so frustrating and all i could think of were well trodden verses balding adjectives and mucky cliches so no river of beauty today from this dammed up poet just a muddle of thud oh well you had to be there, my dears cuz the sky was gorgeous today Rene ~ June 2012 For Magpie Tales

If I could have just said everything that I really wanted to say at the time that it was needed instead of later the next day I would not need to scribble into letters words that could not find their way from my head to my mouth lost, blindly shuffling traveling south If I could have posted all these notes to everyone I've ever met I would love to see their faces smiling at what I should have said Rene~June 2012 For Magpie Tales Image Credit: Still Life, 1670, detail by Jean François de Le Motte

I want to eat your words roasted and dipped in a balsamic vinaigrette then lavishly tumbled in sesame seed crumbles I want to eat your words I want to smoke your dreams rolled up and lit in a big fat cigarette I would deeply inhale every pretty little herbal detail I want to smoke your dreams I want to drink your intentions straight with no chaser in a blue collar bar I'd pave over well that ribbon of highway to hell I want to drink your intentions I want to have you for dinner with some sugar snap peas and a nice Chardonnay I'd lick clean my dish even have seconds if I wished lookout I'm gonna have you for dinner Rene ~ June 2012 A little Magpie fun Image credit: Klaus Enrique Gerdes

who are these calm anonymous twisters always busy with their business fixing fixes there and here tending tightening every gear why do they work so very briskly wrestling time and weighty wrenches is it the sunset that they fear or that the end is never near Rene - March 2012 For Magpie Tales Image Credit: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison

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

Mostafa Habibi Inspired? Click on over to Magpie Tales my dreams are all so grand the world shines with such great light morning wakes wrathful demons fear and doubt have me in their sights root bound in my future inventions i'm the mother of stillborn intentions i'd love to entertain success if i only could get myself dressed... so i'll just stay stuck here it isn't yet high tide bee on a lollipop stuck here the view is quite sublime oh i'll just stay stuck here it isn't all that bad i'll just stay stuck here the sunsets are kinda rad... one day i'll get out and in that boat you'll see i'll paddle out to middle of it all you'll be so proud of me but what if a tsunami hits! how the hell would I survive? and what if I do? what do I do? will the sharks eat me up alive? so ... i'll just stay stuck here ahhh, all this time for me i'll just stay stuck here sunburned, hungry, thirsty bored outta skull stuck here i c...

Image:  Christine Donnier-Valentin Inspired? Visit Magpie Tales you should stand out from the crowd but you gotta hold back ju-u-st enough pick your place and your moment wisely otherwise folks'll be skeptical and that diamond tiara may as well be a tin-foil hat it's like i'm always sayin' to my girl Frankie, honey, don't matter if you're wearing the right red dress if it's the wrong damn time people can smell trying-too-hard from a mile away Rene ~ November 2011

there's no emptying my thoughts my words my endless, brilliant failed to-do's without carelessly spilling a drop or seven battenburg lace sunday afternoon petal edged rivers run, rise and gently stumble over stones and tied tongues dripping dropping polka dotting splashing down crimson Rene ~ February/November 2011

google images little pebble from a  great big stone makes a ripple in a great big lake it don't ask why  now or what's it for it just goes and does what it do what's it to you on Park Avenue what's it to you and your little dog too well here's sumthin' new it ain't for you so move along now that little splash'll do what it is, now that it's bound do so mind the leather wear your overshoes just go on and do what it is, now that you're bound to do Rene ~ October 2011

The Snake Charmer, Henri Rousseau 1907 courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales full moon on the shores of where the cat brought your tongue to lisp all gutters licorice with squirming, swearing sons of guns lead 'em down the asp hole charmin' little asp hole every town's got an asp hole a shiny little asp hole kick 'em in the asp hole 'til the deed is done Rene ~ September 2011