the truth is somewhere in the middle of unbelievable

i’m taking
every precious
word
ever uttered
from your face
and even 
a few breaths
of value
i’m sticking
them in a 
pretty little, 
cozy crystal 
box
and heading out
on highway
90
i’m gonna
shake them 
down
and to the
left
watch them
pepper up

the sky
before they
fall skidding,
scudding
back floating
into 
the mouth
of the dead sea
finally
rene ~ 2013

St. Johnsbury

she poured the bone colored
grit into her coffee
watched it turn
a lighter shade of resignation
and stirred, unsmiling


what’s the matter?
he said
his words hanging
mid-air
a blooming cloud
of blinding ignorance
oh….
nothing,
she exhaled
her breath
a paste of disenchantment
mixed
with heavy regret


take my hand
she said,
not out of want
but need
why?
he said,
not out of concern
but for clarification


i just seem to be stuck
is all
and she left it
at that


Rene ~ 2013