step martyr

Resurrection Reunion 2, 1945, Sir Stanley Spencer (via Magpie Tales)



my heart
is a broken
standpipe


fanning
city water cayenne
across sidewalks

gutters ripple red
over fast food bags
and cigarette butts

over the feet
of priests
and pit bulls

over the hands
of drunks
and babies

and into the mouths
of rats
and raconteurs

you never oughta
drink it
when it ain’t runnin


2013~Rene

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12 thoughts on “step martyr

  1. We think the heart reaches out to embrace the world, but it also spills its blood over it, too. Sometimes it drowns. Yet blood is like sea-water, too salty for real thirst … Just jiving along with the conceit. Finely written here, Rene. – Brendan

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