Not The Rockefellers

Picasso, faun-horse-bird, 1936 she sang you in like a sea serpent charmed i'm sure once on her lips a lifetime on your knees begging your once limber tongue now tied in despair poor thing such a pity tempted by that pretty sly bird worse than her song was her empty reward silence and now you dream of diving black horses screaming dragging you down under a shameful sun drowning so easily you surrender your grip freedom Rene ~ March 17, 2013 For Magpie Tales

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

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 precious little lambs led by lies Rene ~ 2013

Image ( via Magpie Tales ) Object To Be Destroyed ~ Man Ray I often wonder where you've gone usually after I've had a bit of fun you never wait for me, or anyone for that matter always on your way noiselessly spinning healing wounds dispensing tinctures making fools in circles you are cursed, blessed sucked and wasted try as I might you will not be forced or hurried you are what I wish for more than anything yet when I have you in my hands all I want to do is kill you Rene ~ December 2, 2012 For Magpie Tales

prepare ye, all from the way of the storm batten down them hatches loosed hell's about to be born from butchers, from bakers from rosary  shakers your children's sand kingdoms are ripe for the taking no neck is safe stretchin' high above the ruled their wind, a wolf's call soothin' sheep easily fooled prepare ye, citizens read true intentions well keep your wits aimed and ready on the pantry shelf Rene ~ November 2012 For Magpie Tales Image ( via Magpie Tales) Andrew Wyeth, Squall, 1986

Magpie Tales image: Black Dog, Zelko Nedic i winked holding my tongue to the fire, choking til you cried uncle enough you said, enough you're burnin' down something the lord made praise god you wanna save me i'm a monster i wanna break you shave your head bald and own you run away now before you can't get enough many a field has a broken winged bird in need of a savior you are better off where unconditional love spills like wine you said easy love is not what you are after you frighten me you don't know what you say you don't know what you say Rene ~ July 2012 Lucky me! I was chosen by Leeroy at 100 Word Song to provide this weeks musical inspiration! Lucky you! "Ladies and gentlemen the next song is a dance, a damn good one The name of the song is 'It Cuts Like A Buffalo' by The Dead Weathers... and you know what that means, it means you're dead." So sayeth Jack White. Rockin'...

night and day head and shoulders pressed to your door heart waiting for the treasured sweep of your step a cough a sweet tender word whispered into?!? surely it's just the silken petals of midnight vespers whisked away to a benevolent deity or maybe the wind is to blame! hush, hush no matter, darling slit the throat of that truth there could not be a  more deserving ear than i the one who waits ready to pounce and devour whole the sacred and the secret flesh you lavishly, dangerously  toss you fuel me i thank you, oppa day and night Rene ~ July 2012 For 100 Word Song This weeks song is #1 Crush by Garbage. I've always thought it was a creepy song about fanatical love along the lines of Every Breath You Take by The Police and the superfreakingly skin crawling version of Night And Day by U2... My poem is inspired by the buck wild, hella crazy segment of Korean pop fandom know as sasaeng. Just go on and google them for some shocking,...

still water pierced a dark crown rises spilling down red spinning  twelve hell broken loops of infinity into black ungently damming earth and pummeling sky with wishboned branches of fatal torment we all gasp numbly nodding as the hungry asp devours itself asleep a soaking rain taps the roof and echoes through glass houses this morning Rene ~ July 2012 For Magpie Tales Image: figure 8, Franz Kline

artwork by Jack Vettriano             he died in her arms i was kissing the kids goodnight she didn't deserve that honor i don't deserve the shame of the awful truth she hid beneath my perfume infidelity has a way of entering the room silently and then pulling the floor out a tug here, a drag there at first you think you're imagining things then Gibraltar tumbles beware those passing fancies my dears they just may be the death of you Rene ~ July 2012 Inspired? Check out The Mag    

Image: ParkeHarrison Magpie Tales when the dark presses faith scatters like paper lit on fire courage rises and pratfalls darkly down waxed hospital corridors prayers soaked in sour wine blister the tongue unanswered the body a vessel the soul a marionette hijacked, voiceless help me if you can reach me here i am Rene~March 2012 for d'Verse Poets "The Nightmare" by Henry Fuseli