his master’s choice

hold
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

spectral

photo: Kelsey Hannah ( via magpie tales)

thoughts of you

drums in the distance
zebras climb 
& never arrive
memories
baked in sunlight
until bursting
& tender to touch
i am looking forward
to being yours
your one
& only ghost
© 2014-Rene

tall boys and tatts


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

spilt milk and honey badgers don’t cry

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

not us

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