Not The Rockefellers

 Action Figures by Edith Vonnegut household saint eleven caught the train late hair & tumbled wild angelic down from heaven's seventh stair 2015-Rene

Image via Magpie Tales  put it on out there labels facing north truth in the wind catch the neighbors spinning up yarns then you strut & reel it on it 2015-Rene

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

two strong arms & one greenback we shall feast like royalty tonight 2014-Rene

she pinned namesakes in her hair beckoning summer igniting blooms that lit her way © 2014-Rene

i recall the tug the inescapable call my legs their journey a paper crane  tossed through glass  brewing perfect storms my soul did not flinch tribal drums coax wild flickers  from a distance it's a jungle in here © 2014-Rene for Magpie Tales

we are now accepting applications for childhood memories experience necessary your Sunday best  grass stains a plus 2014-Rene

hold a  cricket to your ear listen very hard that is the sound of being stuck lonely contagious drinking songs for the status quo honesty dropping on all fours  tumbling in gutters scrolling down until we're numb © 2014-Rene

color me  shamrock carved  switchblade kitsch blue cacophony ivy hit me up with your hot sauce your devil pepper weaponry  light me up & tack weld my libido into  smiley faces something useful © 2014-Rene *image via magpie tales

       "my bed" photo by Tracey Emin sliding down supine moon swept dais hipster mummy's gnawed repose © 2014-Rene

feast in the house of Simon,1610, El Greco  enjoy what's spilt leave hold all your pseudo first world guilt breathe it in and don't let's start soon there'll come  a worse part  just ignore this  squandering chase your loyalties  wandering let the lady sing past the salad days come the bitter grapes grown to stomp your trifling © 2014-Rene

Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler ( via Magpie Tales ) ah, you were not my lighthouse shining up from the bottom of a well nor was i your brave daisy bursting through suffocating pavement we were not conjoined hearts, cores livers, kidneys  or even onions and we won’t ever be dreaming big or staying strong together as old souls so what... we’re not kitchen cliches  or  refrigerator door  metaphors you are  you i am me and we do get along immaculately  separately  © 2014-Rene

Poet's Sleep , 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn  my world, a stone thrown from the tip of my soul skimming mortal puddles 2014-Rene

puttanesca tickles my nose pulls me through  these streets, eyes closed Mamma Sally, she knows how to fill my bowl daughter of the old country pulled up her roots for the better life, the big city Mamma Sally, she knows how far the red brick goes raising up tomatoes to the sky from her window box piazza seven stories high Mamma Sally, she knows how her garden grows olive oil, garlic, basil in harmony hymns of joy the blessed holy trinity Mamma Sally, she knows how to save my soul © 2011-Rene image:  Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien  ( via Magpie Tales)

The Ice Cutters,1911,Natalia Goncharova dial me up 
 darling
 warm me with stories 
spoken  red hot
 in your mother tongue every word
 a pearl
 a flight path
  strung out
  and held over
 flickers of desire i close my eyes 
slowly melting  sinking into your words 
i let go
 then glide © 2013-Rene

before you slumber you count your treasures i cling to your breath  as you say your prayers fervently you list your gods and lovers i live for that day  when you say my name 2013-Rene image via Magpie Tales