spuds

Potatoes photo by Agustin Berrocal 

this fire
a cradle
under a waning moon

for rockets 

pulled from the earth
and kissed Midas gold

by smitten Gods,
peasants and spangled stars

this fire

ritual fuel for
launching
cowboy sunrise revolutions

Rene ~ July 2013

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lady la la liberty

Supermoon, New York, Julio Cortez via Magpie Tales

I look at that moon

like it’s another quarter

slipped in 
the smiling notch of 
my bank book
i can hardly lift 
all that hope
i make gravy wells
in clouds
for all my crazy dreams
but my champagne heart
has beggar’s 
arrhythmia
and i stubbed my toe 
on a horny back toad
them golden slippers
never gonna fit me now
still, i go on an’ howl up 
a mongrel rainstorm
down that yellow brick road 
Rene ~ July 2013