Around me.
Surround me.
It hid me,
It bid me hang from my nails fondling the pain,
lacing the lacerations in self indulgent luxury.
My musing melancholy
imprinted on tawny ringed menthols
crushed in casino ashtrays.
Exotic smoke dancers drifting to the ceiling,
whose perfume drawn deep into my lungs
left me heavy…..heavy…..heavy………

Heavy ……with the ache of love, life, lust.
Longing, libido days filled with creation.
Pen to paper.
Flesh to the flame.
Uncensored, untamed rushes
between snifters of brandy and sex.

My gut pulling,
throat catching cotton living ways inside the fire.
Around me,
Surround me.
Till somewhere, sometime
I closed my dark daydreaming eyes
that left me silent…..silent….silent….
Silently…buried under a swallow surface of solicitude.

It haunts me.
It disembowels me,
a ghost looting my grave
spreading my entrails on a mohair blanket
before my chiseled tombstone.
Bowing before smoke dancers rising from fags,
musing
between the shots of sweet bliss and
making love to Hemmingway’s gun.


jeanne rené 2/04
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"In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer."
-Albert Camus