critters

Image: Helen Ward via Magpie Tales

It’s always a sight at the trattorie
when wild city critters make a scene

crumbled cake, candelabras
chaos and weasels in starched collars

paper crowns, rumpled nightgowns
won’t someone turn that racket down?

reptilian wait staff spin and slither
a tortoise brings breakfast in time for dinner

but there…
in the midst of all the clatter
a honey badger pot scrubber
for whom the noise doesn’t matter

he keeps to himself, he doesn’t care
doesn’t give a whit about the whole affair

he sticks to his task, gets it done
then leaves the city moon for the country sun

Rene ~ April 28, 2013

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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

memories of a young poet

“November Lace” ~ Photo by Rene



marble notebook in hand
she slipped away 

from the fray
unnoticed
up
to her childhood room
through
the bedroom window
and onto the rooftop poetic:

” she sat 
arms hugging knees
surveying life,
the leafless trees
spindly branches claw the sky
scratching for sun,
to heaven they cry
psalms of wisdom,
strength and grace
woven in November lace”
 
the air felt good
against her flushed cheeks
a beautiful sunset
was now in progress
she was thankful for this
she was thankful
for finding her peace
she belonged
right here,
right now
to this moment


Excerpted from “November Lace” by Rene
Rene ~ February 9, 2013

For d’Verse Poetics “Meeting The Bar-Mining The Memory”

tetanus

Image ( via Magpie Tales) Google Images

blood stains freckle
snow-white linen
rusted lace
adrenaline
sloppy split lip 
apologetic kiss
hide my face
yet still
i hear
sharp-edged marbles 
in your mouth tumbling
over scotch rocks
and little red last straws
nobody sees
the more
that doesn’t meet their eye
no news is good weather
no bruise dear
it’ll get better
we soothe ourselves
with lullabies
and true lies
just rest now
dear
let go of your world
pull up a chair
let go of my hair
the taste of bile 
on your lips,
how quick
the monster slips
away
i wait
i pray you drift soon,
soundly
sweetly
a little boy
on soiled sheets
a broken spirit
hides spinning webs
and licking wounds
under cover
locked jaw
unglued

Rene ~ January 10, 2013

d’Verse Poets, Meeting The Bar-The Medium Is The Message

For 100 Word Song



This weeks song:


“Debonair by The Afghan Whigs”
A rough song about substance abuse
and how it poisons relationships
breaking both bones and hearts

virgin

Image (via Magpie Tales) by Daniel Murtagh

to watch her slip into
the silken night vulnerable
longing diaphanous

to boldly witness
such radiant torture,
exceedingly miraculous

to keep her pressed
under glass, instinctual
yet hopelessly dangerous

to know this brutal age old ache
is to have lived
a life across the threshold

Rene ~ January 6, 2013

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