the dresser

Venus de Milo with Drawers, Salvador Dali, 1936

i’m the keeper
of your
trinkets
your dirty little
secrets
your moustache
wax
your un-pressed
slacks
just bring it
here now
all your
holy psycho
laundry

i’m the honey
in your
locket
the hamper
for your
pocket
bureau
of your
shame
strongbox
for your
flame
yeah babe
come on
stuff all that wicked love
into me

call me Aphrodite
or Venus more politely
a cocoon
for your treasures
chiffonier
of your pleasures
fill me up rightly
with cocktail
stirrer charm nightly
i laugh when you tickle me
i call you
daddy

i’m your
lover
your
junk drawer
your
doctor
your
drunk whore
your
casket of faces
your
keepsake oasis
go ‘head
and file me
someplace where
you’ll find me
i’ll be ready
and waiting
for the turn
of your key

Rene ~ February 24, 2013
For Magpie Tales

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thirteen

Image: public domain images

i don’t believe in
superstitions
they only breed
unholy ignorance
can’t no rabbit’s foot
could ever fix

i don’t find trouble
in fearsome digits
when there are
way too many
demonic idiots
that have me counting to
six
six
six

i ain’t skeered of
crossin’ black cats or
tippin’ toes ’round
every street crack
to keep my mamma
upright

and i’m never one
for cussin’
when i’m given
a bakers dozen
12 + 1
is perfectly fine

good things
for me
it seems
always happen
in
thirteens
i don’t know
what else there is
to say
i guess i’m lucky
lucky
that way

Rene ~ January 1, 2013
Happy, Lucky 2013

For d’Verse Poets Open Link Night
Week 77 ~ Happy New Year!

road notes

i always am
the truth
when i’m driving
hands at 10 and 2
so help me God
i swear i own this road
this neck of the woods
yeah
i’ll prove it
sign it in chalk
and date it
tear it on the dashed line
keep one half
mail the other
this highway’s not a ribbon
it is a zipper
unzzzipped
your land rolls
into my land
into freedom
honest as night
nose to nose
eyes wild with
halogen soaked
promised land mountain songs
reach up
palm that star
the second from the right
it’s no lie
shhhh…
let me ride

Rene~December 27, 2012
for d’verse “Meet The Bar”/Postmodern Experimental

bare

here is where the scenery fades
the fabric falls away
the adornments drop, unclasped
the paint runs down the sink


here is where real life
drowns out the music,
upstages the acting,
thunders over the applause


here is where the pretending stops
where the lighting 
dares you to get comfortable
and the kidgloves come off


yet here is a safe place
for revealing scars
smoothing calluses
and mending hearts and fences


here is your house
dwell in it richly


Rene ~ 2010
Wishes for a happy and safe New Year to you all!
Thank you  always, for reading and sending me such lovely words of encouragement
you keep me going 🙂

assurance

Forget-Me-Not trembles
when Night leans in
Tilting his head, cupping her chin
Why do you shake when I am near?
You are my truest love my dear

Oh dear Night, I am not afraid
Just grateful for the visit paid
Lost memory is what I fear
You are my truest love my dear

Night smiles winking a starry eye
Now who knows you, better than I?
Forget-Me-Not laughs her joy clear
You are my truest love my dear

Rene ~ December 21, 2012

For d’Verse Poets

sacred

when you fell
from your mother
you were the apple
of her eye

such a dear
little babe
with a thorn
in your cry

a squirming
fertile
wild agenda
taking seed inside

the walls could never
hold you back
damned
if they didn’t try

your momma prayed
for you,
singing
all through the night

you grew tall
in the sunshine
picking diamonds
from the ire

a fearless
little lamb
braiding snakes
into wire

your bleeding
sacred
burnished heart
pulsing red with fire

the walls could never
hold you back
damned
if they didn’t try

your momma prayed
for you,
singing
all through the night

Rene ~ December 13, 2012
For 100 Word Song
and Meeting the Bar

bridesmaid

i won’t be leaving here with you
nor will you be staying with me
for any longer than you see fit
that is just the way of it


it is the silent refrain of my being
i won’t be leaving here with you
but i will stay, until this song is done
as your ceremonial chosen one


no, this won’t be my last time
though it is the first time
i won’t be leaving here with you
shh, now, darling. this is what i do


i see it in your eyes, our times
drawing to a close. please don’t mind
the tears they come, they go, it’s true
i won’t be leaving here with you

Rene ~ December 8, 2012