Not The Rockefellers

keith haring via magpie tales so which way are you up for? have you got yourself a hunch or a notion? go on and twirl your own pinwheel signpost or hop a ride on a boxcar sideshow so which way are you up for? your toes tripping up on compass roses? true north is them good shoes that brought you through narrow streets that defined & confined truth so which way are you up for? blaze a trail that inspires & ignites hope light a fire for the lost to come find you so which way are you up to, which way are you up for? 2014-Rene

Anne Marie’s  stretched out  like a queen
 across the back
 of a Cutlass Supreme 

smokin’ weed 
and talking with Kumar 
watching leaves
 scud across  the reservoir

 Mike is a jerk 
cuz he hasn’t yet  called her
 two months at college
 and he can’t be bothered Well you know
 he can go climb a tree 
cuz he ain’t got 
 the common decency

 to give the mother
 of his child  a shout
 damn college boys 
got it all figured out

 2013-Rene dedicated to Lou Reed 1942-2013

go on  an' eat your  cake on your  pretty  little plate cross  your fingers at your  ankles beautiful  fools get the best of  everthin' hid  under the  skins of careless lovers did your momma  teach you that, when she taught you  how to pray ? did your daddy  praise you when you bat  yo' eyes? you draw them in with your satin  on their sin make them weep with your  sighs go on  an' hook their  arms with your clever little  charms tell them  stories 'bout your conquests you're a child  of god jus' doin' her  daddy's work say it  enough you'll start  believin' did your momma teach you that, when she taught you  how to pray ? did your daddy praise you when you  bat yo' eyes? you draw them  in with your satin  on their sin sweet little  lambs flock to lies Rene ~ 20...

you gonna eat that? the rest of  that stuff you gonna  leave that? on your plate you gonna  wrap it up? take it home  'n stick it in the fridge you gonna  eat that? or  give it to me? Rene ~ July 2013 a little Friday fun Have a great weekend everyone 

Public domain image via vintageprintables.com the day i found my ways i caught myself in a tangle tightly twined  around a forkful of  spaghetti from a can't  just pullin' the wool  over easy under the radar love, life, and my pursuits; a hapless sock thread ensnared by a tack on the threshold  unwinding, revealing a novice habit trail from door to table, to chair, to bed just livin' but barely breaking a sweat  smokin' a bowl of dead ends Is that all there is? Peggy Lee, blinked lookin' for  high bars in low places forcin' a smile, though her eyes ordered a double some things are better left unsaid but winked at?...hell yeah I caught your act, you charlatan  I say, strippin' off my socks  I know your ways You ought to play  out in the mud in your good shoes  maybe, someday Finally Rene~July 2013 For 100 Word Song The so...

Angela the artsy girl down the hall can't tell you much about her  but what she knew  about me could fill at least a thousand ears Angela kept birthday candles in a jar by her door she'd light one whenever I'd come around then she'd spit on her burnt fingers, cussin' yeah, well that's enough outta me Now... "Tell me what you are by what you wish for, bear claw, Are you the icing or the cake?" Rene~June 11, 2013 *I've turned my comment section off for the summer, as I won't have much time to respond.  As always you can contact me by e-mail and I will do my best to get back to you in a timely manner. Enjoy your summer (or whatever season it may be in your corner of the world) and take care~ Rene Image via Magpie Tales  "Charleston Farmhouse Door"

one last broken word one first bite of skin let heaven and free will ring emancipation thunderclap mistress thirst obscene lips parted full dripping sunset nectar the moon is gold my eyes are green the world is radiant jasper the ceiling endless aquamarine i have bled into the river weeping it knows my name Evangeline Rene ~ May 5, 2013 For Magpie Tales Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt

such a grand old fear that one  the empty page unlit by a new moon fresh times  of dark realization of who and what we truly are we are  holes furiously burned into blinding white paper that no amount of wine prayer,charm or pleading fill so we fuck we fuck to favor our gods and kill our darlings We fuck to free worlds ! worlds like wheels spinning 'round and 'round great expectant moon sanctuaries built on body heat and dirty work we fuck for the thrill of pearls charmed from snakes and silk purses we fuck  for letters from unfaithful muses we fuck for one more midnight enjambment  one more  psalm of inspiration in a keening fuck moan  Writers. Fuck. Rene~2013 Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas via Magpie Tales For 100 Word Song This week's prompt "Dirty Work" by Steely Dan For the love of our words We are fools

Between Heaven and Hell, 1989 by Jacek Yerka you never baked pies that weren't worth the penance why the hell try you never learned how to keep your hands to myself saw no reason why you drew crooked lines with sharp knives, in quicksand (maybes) set in stone got your momma's hair and your daddy's long, long legs rolling soul is your own did i never see? your feet barely grazed the ground i told myself lies time to let you go cut your threads out of my nest gypsy moths fill the sky ......................... it was a fine fall and apples were in season when i said goodbye Rene ~ March 29, 2013 For 100 Word Song - Sorry For It All and Magpie Tales

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall  you are the morning sun on my neck and the moon over my shoulder am i the maddest hot magician of your rogue imagination you are my true astrological high and the puller of my tides i ride the waves of your affection balancing physics and nature you are an unfinished blood sonnet a night song a prophet of rhyme i run without stopping to breathe in catching you as you turn away you remind me with the truest eye such great love is not a given i stand tall in the force of your truth kiss your head and leave you to go Rene ~ March 10, 2013 For Magpie Tales , 100 Word Song and d'Verse Poets The 100 Word Song prompt is "Better Dig Two" by The Band Perry and is my d'Verse Poetics: InterActions song choice

Image: ( via Magpie Tales ) TheFoxandRaven     what i made of her: a pouty lipped wringing wet pre-coital national velvet era box top version of liz taylor i left behind in the attic with her narcoleptic libido and her a&p bags  full of half finished coming of age dime store beach trash she a dark secret, a red sash heart murmur, a wicked invention of an adolescent  ouija board imagination she now screams blue,  dripping wet and seething  down my dream halls how DARE I leave! how FUCKED UP to remember! pillow flipping off her midnight power surge i drown her out  in buckets of tidal sweat good lord, girlie go the hell to sleep go to hell to sleep Rene ~ 2013

"She stared at the sun" ~ photo by Rene you once told me  you were your daddy's  favorite mistake a cute as a button  nut on a crooked  little branch on a leaning family tree you were paprika  in the sugar bowl  no one said  a damn word  scooping around the rust  stirring their tea, nodding how do you, do you, do, dear? elephants soft shoed across the dining room table no one clapped but you said, some one hollered, bring on the giraffes! home sweet half way  home Rene ~ February 27, 2013 For 100 Word Song This week's prompt: Elvis Costello's "Brilliant Mistake" Do you feel inspired? Come on and write along! It would be cool to see some Magpie folks on the Mr. Linky :)

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

the world stops and stares the sound of your voice a lake of pin drops freeze and thaw mid-air I can't hear you now but down come the rain I can hear you then I will know your name Rene ~ February 23, 2013 Some scrawling on a Saturday morning 40 words 40 syllables

the way you stir your coffee makes the blood rush from my head the come hither twirl of that fortunate spoon and I'm bringing breakfast to your bed red lipstick caffeine kisses your heart jumps, so quick the hit my kingdom resides on the rim of your world and I'm waiting captive to your sip Rene ~ February 10, 2013   For Magpie Tales Image by Joseph Lorusso

something in your eyes reminds me of Alaska Sitka spruce green longings dream scraped midnight sun i would crawl hands and knees sparking Tsar-fire over the last edge of your earth to draw breath of you i would forsake my golden gods drop my armour, heavy into the hearth of dear mother for a single drink of you something in your eyes my soul pines for Alaska to count the moons on your fingers weathered perfect my thoughts linger Rene ~ January 22, 2013 Ejote for d'Verse Poets: Open Link Night #80

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!

Photo by R.A.D Stainforth white smoke collection plate chalk dust rubbed from heaven's slate lace mantilla frames your face kiss me with the passion of a suffering saint grace amazing december eight the night is dark and the hour's late your sights above me yet here i wait lighting up another courage break chasing haloes my breath you take my soul you burn down to the stake watch them all line up see them all fall down for the sake of ashes Lord the way you roll me holy smokes let me into you a sacred, secret work of art and i will love you and all that you ponder in your heart Rene ~ December 30, 2012 Magpie Tales Lucky 2013 to you all!

hands at 10 and 2 i am the whole truth so help me God i swear i own this road this neck of the woods this way i'll prove it sign it in chalk and date it tear it  on the dashed line keep one half mail the other this highway's not a ribbon it's a zipper unzzzipped your land rolls into my land golden sweet delicious deep let freedom ring honest  and clear as the night  eyes wild with halogen soaked promised land  mountain songs reach up palm that star the second from the right it's no lie shhhh... let me ride Rene~December 27, 2012 for d'verse "Meet The Bar"/Postmodern Experimental

when you fell from  your mother you were the apple of her eye such a dear beloved  little babe black thorns twisting in your cry and squirming fertile, wild agendas taking seed inside the walls could never hold you back damned, if they didn't try your momma  prayed for you, singing all through  the night you grew tall in the  sunshine picking diamonds from the ire a fearless reckless, streetwise lamb braiding rattlers into wire your bleeding sacred, burnished heart pulsed red hot open fire the walls could never hold you back damned,  if they didn't try your momma  prayed for you, singing all through  the night Rene ~ December 13, 2012 For 100 Word Song and Meeting the Bar