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!

your rail pass

take me on up
to the railroad tracks
avalanching
through the gravel
til we reach the peak
together
holding hands
ties beneath our feet
the moon tunnels
through cloud covers
yes, i’ll kiss you back
for the first time
e-ver-y time
lights rush by
and sweep us
off our feet
all this and more
perhaps…
if you take me
up on the railroad tracks

Rene ~ November 5, 2012

pinkies up

The thing I remember most about Esme was that amidst her thrift store furnishings she had one of those French provincial type telephones. The kind that Elizabeth Taylor had in Butterfield 8.

 She’d say that all the time too, most likely while fingering a crumb of Captain’s Wafer out of her cleavage and delicately placing it in her mouth like Beluga caviar…

 “Same fuckin’ phone as was in da movie.”

Esme’s world was a gyre of Paul Klee paintings, Popular Club pantsuits with Hermes scarves, teak tv trays, and Taster’s Choice Instant Coffee.
“Honey, just put in a splash of half and half and then a spoonful of Cremora…Tastes just the same and you’ll save on the cream.”
On Sundays, we’d watch Masterpiece Theatre while sipping on SaveMart Tea in Royal Doulton china cups. 
Pinkies up.
That was pure Esme. 
Indulge commonly.
Live mightily. 
Rene ~ November 1, 2012

sky writing

Image: Escher, Puddle 1952

the sky was gorgeous today
did you see it?
omg, it was
amazing

i struggled to name it
but ended up slack jawed
stuck in my tracks
wordslayed

thoughts tangled like kite strings
in Charlie Brown treetops
ARRGH! 
so frustrating

and all i could think of
were well trodden verses
balding adjectives
and mucky cliches

so no river of beauty today
from this dammed up poet
just a muddle of
thud

oh well
you had to be there,
my dears
cuz the sky was gorgeous today


Rene ~ June 2012
For Magpie Tales

P.S.

If I could just
say everything
that I really
want to say
at the time
that it is needed
instead of later
the next day

I would not
scribble
in to letters
words that could not
find their way
from my head
to my mouth
lost, blindly shuffling
traveling south

If I could post
all these notes
to everyone
I’ve ever met
I would love
to see their faces
smiling at what
I should have said

Rene~June 2012

For Magpie Tales

Image Credit:
Still Life, 1670, detail by Jean Fran├žois de Le Motte

food for thought

I want to eat your words
roasted and dipped
in a balsamic
vinaigrette
then lavishly
tumbled
in sesame seed
crumbles
I want to eat your words

I want to smoke your dreams
rolled up and lit
in a big fat
cigarette
I would deeply
inhale
every pretty little
herbal detail
I want to smoke your dreams

I want to drink your intentions
straight with no chaser
in a
blue collar bar
I’d break free
from chains
every single one of
your claims
I want to drink your intentions

I want to have you for dinner
with a nice Chardonnay
and some sugar
snap peas
I’d fill up my dish
even have seconds
if I wished
that’s it!
I’m gonna have you for dinner

Rene ~ June 2012
A little Magpie fun

Image credit: Klaus Enrique Gerdes