the baker’s daughter

Angela

the artsy girl
down the hall
can’t tell you much
about her 
but what she knew 
about me
could fill at least
a thousand ears
Angela
kept birthday candles
in a jar
by her door
she’d light one
whenever I’d come around
then she’d spit
on her burnt fingers, cussin’
yeah, well that’s enough outta me

Now…
“Tell me what
you are

by what you wish for,
bear claw,
Are you
the icing
or
the cake?”

Rene~June 11, 2013
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Enjoy your summer (or whatever season it may be in your corner of the world) and take care~
Rene

Image via Magpie Tales “Charleston Farmhouse Door”
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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

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

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

george

Image via Magpie Tales

I always said
I’d wait for you
til the cows came home

a problem
since I live nowhere
but here

and seldom is heard
an E I E I O
outside of PS 152

but here I stay
for years
for ever and a Tuesday

through radio days
and long distance nights
I am your eternal Gibralter

your faithful
winged backed
rude world blinder

in time I may go
but today, like every day
I stand guard, ready to serve

as Gershwin melodies
crumble through windows
and walls turn to clay

Rene ~ November 25, 2012

For Magpie Tales