the dresser

Venus de Milo with Drawers, Salvador Dali, 1936

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

i’m the honey
in your
the hamper
for your
of your
for your
yeah babe
come on
stuff all that wicked love
into me

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

i’m your
junk drawer
drunk whore
casket of faces
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
to her childhood room
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”


Image ( via Magpie Tales) Google Images

blood stains freckle
snow-white linen
rusted lace
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
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
i wait
i pray you drift soon,
a little boy
on soiled sheets
a broken spirit
hides spinning webs
and licking wounds
under cover
locked jaw

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


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

french toast


God, man
It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone whistle in my kitchen
It’s quite the delight
Ahhh…you made coffee
And you’re making french toast!
You are a saint
You gotta fiddle with that knob on the left rear burner
Like this
It’s a pain in the butt sometimes
Personally, I think it just likes the extra attention
Mmm…your ear smells like cinnamon
not fair, man, that…
not fair at all
your ass looks better in my sweatpants than mine does
I now have to kill myself
After I eat a loaf of french toast, though
You want some orange juice?
freshly squeezed…somewhere
Tell me, again
Why is it we never were?

Rene ~ January 5, 2013
For 100 Word Song
The song prompt was Dan Fogleberg’s
Same Old Auld Lang Syne

This is my spin on the classic


Image: public domain images

i don’t believe in
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

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

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
i don’t know
what else there is
to say
i guess i’m 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
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
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
let me ride

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


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 🙂


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
wild agenda
taking seed inside

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

your momma prayed
for you,
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
burnished heart
pulsing red with fire

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

your momma prayed
for you,
all through the night

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