Not The Rockefellers

Image: ( via Magpie Tales ) TheFoxandRaven     what i made of her: a pouty lipped wringing wet pre-coital national velvet era box top version of liz taylor i left behind in the attic with her narcoleptic libido and her a&p bags  full of half finished coming of age dime store beach trash she a dark secret, a red sash heart murmur, a wicked invention of an adolescent  ouija board imagination she now screams blue,  dripping wet and seething  down my dream halls how DARE I leave! how FUCKED UP to remember! pillow flipping off her midnight power surge i drown her out  in buckets of tidal sweat good lord, girlie go the hell to sleep go to hell to sleep Rene ~ 2013

at the core of my every tossed and turned my every blessed, cursed knot lies Estherbrook god damn her stone hearth and soulless board her sour maggot studded bosom unloving indifferent to watch her wither and grow craggy unkempt by my unfailing, rich neglect warms my heart well Rene ~ February 18, 2013 For Magpie Tales Image: "Wind of History" Jacek Yerka

Image: public-domain.com sabre tooth dagger bright killer silently waits prey on the threshold Rene ~ January 3, 2013 Careful out there, man

prepare ye, all from the way of the storm batten down them hatches loosed hell's about to be born from butchers, from bakers from rosary  shakers your children's sand kingdoms are ripe for the taking no neck is safe stretchin' high above the ruled their wind, a wolf's call soothin' sheep easily fooled prepare ye, citizens read true intentions well keep your wits aimed and ready on the pantry shelf Rene ~ November 2012 For Magpie Tales Image ( via Magpie Tales) Andrew Wyeth, Squall, 1986

Magpie Tales image: Black Dog, Zelko Nedic i winked holding my tongue to the fire, choking til you cried uncle enough you said, enough you're burnin' down something the lord made praise god you wanna save me i'm a monster i wanna break you shave your head bald and own you run away now before you can't get enough many a field has a broken winged bird in need of a savior you are better off where unconditional love spills like wine you said easy love is not what you are after you frighten me you don't know what you say you don't know what you say Rene ~ July 2012 Lucky me! I was chosen by Leeroy at 100 Word Song to provide this weeks musical inspiration! Lucky you! "Ladies and gentlemen the next song is a dance, a damn good one The name of the song is 'It Cuts Like A Buffalo' by The Dead Weathers... and you know what that means, it means you're dead." So sayeth Jack White. Rockin'...

night and day head and shoulders pressed to your door heart waiting for the treasured sweep of your step a cough a sweet tender word whispered into?!? surely it's just the silken petals of midnight vespers whisked away to a benevolent deity or maybe the wind is to blame! hush, hush no matter, darling slit the throat of that truth there could not be a  more deserving ear than i the one who waits ready to pounce and devour whole the sacred and the secret flesh you lavishly, dangerously  toss you fuel me i thank you, oppa day and night Rene ~ July 2012 For 100 Word Song This weeks song is #1 Crush by Garbage. I've always thought it was a creepy song about fanatical love along the lines of Every Breath You Take by The Police and the superfreakingly skin crawling version of Night And Day by U2... My poem is inspired by the buck wild, hella crazy segment of Korean pop fandom know as sasaeng. Just go on and google them for some shocking,...

still water pierced a dark crown rises spilling down red spinning  twelve hell broken loops of infinity into black ungently damming earth and pummeling sky with wishboned branches of fatal torment we all gasp numbly nodding as the hungry asp devours itself asleep a soaking rain taps the roof and echoes through glass houses this morning Rene ~ July 2012 For Magpie Tales Image: figure 8, Franz Kline

Image: ParkeHarrison Magpie Tales when the dark presses faith scatters like paper lit on fire courage rises and pratfalls darkly down waxed hospital corridors prayers soaked in sour wine blister the tongue unanswered the body a vessel the soul a marionette hijacked, voiceless help me if you can reach me here i am Rene~March 2012 for d'Verse Poets "The Nightmare" by Henry Fuseli

Image credit: Duane Michals Magpie Tales look at them just look at them oh that beautiful pair the them, the they the sum total of a celestial equation but who am i now that i'm alone by myself i'm too afraid to know but... that i do i am what i am a victim of a time jester's truth a crone, a nobody tossed overhead smashed underfoot superstition's deathbed bride seven white candles burning bright a puff of breath a ring of fire a cracked mirror, mirror crazed, silent yet still i am alive Rene ~ March 2012

photo credit: Google Images for Magpie Tales blood stains freckle snow white linen like rusted lace i hide my face yet i still hear the scrape of sharp edged marbles in your mouth tumbling over scotch rocks and little red last straws nobody sees this the more that doesn't meet their eye but break a leg they've read the book and smell the rat the taste of bile once on your lips, i know this silences the barking dog i wait, i pray you sleep soon, soundly, sweetly on soiled linen as a broken spirit hides and mends under the covers of a library's worth of least read novels Rene~November 2011 For d'verse ~ Poet's pub photo credit: Rene

Lee Friedlander from America by Car Inspired? Check out Magpie Tales did'ya ever  wonder wonder about  them the they behind the eyes and teeth all slick soft  froggy squirming  underneath did'ya ever wonder, now wonder about  them did'ya ever  follow follow them  home down the alley everywhere they roam combing them out with a fine tooth comb did'ya ever follow them all the way home did'ya ever feel just a little scared sinister shadows shamble through  sight lines what the devil's  scratching down your spine now, did'ya ever feel just a little scared dont'cha ever wonder dont'cha ever wonder dont'cha ever wonder dont'cha ever wonder dont'cha ever wonder all the way home Rene ~ October 2011