Poem – Sleeping Beauty Rents Snow White’s Crystal Bier (2005)

 Sleeping Beauty Rents

Snow White’s Crystal Bier:

awaiting kiss


“This could be an eternity,”

thinks Sleeping beauty, making the rounds

of clubs and bars

“This round of clubs and bars

Will endure an eternity.”

Sleeping Beauty sighs deeply

Into a cel-phone, entering a taxi.

With the amount of Beauty’s drinking

(The rounds of drinks that go

w/ the rounds of bars)    Then there are the Beauty Drugs.

Keeping a large male Beauty asleep these days


not the easily pricked.

Finger on a spindle, “Poison apple,

Dearie,” trick that once

Could enthrall a Beauty to sleep. Now, a mass of costly

And possibly illegal analgesics, designer and other pharmaceuticals

Prime the Beauteous Sleeper into:

The Mystical Moment of Surrender:

The Life not Life – the waking that is Sleeping – Beauty is asleep,

i.e. a life asleep is capable of Beauty. A Beautiful life cannot be

A Waking life.   Sleep, my Love, The Beauty Sleep of your life.

Why waken–sordid, soiled,

Catastrophic, in a Life that is

“Empty,” you said?

Empty of What:

The Kiss is the final Drug; let us call it

“DETOX” – As seen on T.V.!!!

It wakes you, no?

So, this Fairy Tale is good for a spin.

If we write out the Prince, and living happily ever after

In Snow White’s rented Glass Sepulchre.


Rene Ricard

April 26, 2005