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| Charlotte Gainsbourg ~ AnOther via Magpie Tales |
come dancing
they ask me
i'd rather play with the pipers
climb their hooks
their holy little arias
like private monkeybars
snake charmed, i can hear
the beating of their blood
in every blessed word
how amazing
how sweet the struggling
my sticky fingers reach
touching blood, wine
cigarette ash and tears
what a lovely paste for pictures
come dancing
they ask me
just try to be like the others
i tried, but it's no use
i like the company
of my pipers
Rene ~ January 27, 2013
then pipers it is...though i dont mind a good dance every once in a while...i'd go live music any day though
ReplyDeleteI'm with you, Brian with seeing bands live.
DeleteThanks, man
anytime rene...smiles...will be in chapel hill, nc this weekend and hope to catch at least one...
Delete"I'd rather court my pipers." But the pipers must be paid...
ReplyDeleteShe's at the record shop every day!
DeleteAh... Remember record shops?
I remember record shops, and album cover art. Good one Rene.
ReplyDeleteRene, This is really good!
ReplyDeleteNice, nice, nice.
ReplyDeletejj
Good work, Rene.
ReplyDeleteCome to Bend ... we have an awesome vinyl shop!
ReplyDeleteLove your poem, Rene.
well done Rene....and thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteLove your pipers...their private monkey bars...
ReplyDeleteFor the love of the pipers....this is lovely Rene! :-)
ReplyDeleteDelightful, Rene!
ReplyDeleteThis was my favorite part: "touching blood, wine
ReplyDeletecigarette ash and tears what a lovely paste for pictures"
The juxaposition of blood, wine and lovely put me in her frame of mine, in the moment.
well done, Rene
I tend to march to my own music as well. Very well presented and spoken,
ReplyDeleteamen
ReplyDelete'snake charmed, i can hear
ReplyDeletethe beating of their blood
in every blessed word..' -- oh my, i love this. pure poetic awesomeness. thank you.