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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

Comments

  1. Brian MillerNovember 3, 2013 at 7:32 PM

    dont know that i would drink it if it was running
    if that is what it ran across....

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  2. ruthNovember 3, 2013 at 9:23 PM

    stark and bold, in-your-face good writing... that painting is certainly evoking some very interesting responses

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  3. HelenNovember 3, 2013 at 9:43 PM

    This is wild and quite wonderful, Rene!

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  4. ClaudiaNovember 3, 2013 at 11:28 PM

    oh my goodness... running or not... there's things you should drink neither way...ugh...

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  5. Sumana RoyNovember 4, 2013 at 8:00 AM

    broken heart runs wild sometimes....nice response....

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  6. Indigo RothNovember 4, 2013 at 9:29 AM

    Hey Rene! I enjoyed your metaphors here. And as ever, I love the structure =) Indigo x

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  7. Tess KincaidNovember 4, 2013 at 5:04 PM

    Nice one, Rene...

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  8. 21 WitsNovember 5, 2013 at 12:53 PM

    I shall remember this, water is one to be weary of. Such vivid lines, speaking through your heart and across the daily porch we call, life. Beautiful.

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  9. Silent Otto November 6, 2013 at 9:12 PM

    An image of dessication and decay ...

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  10. hyperCRYPTICalNovember 7, 2013 at 1:17 AM

    Nice one indeed.
    Anna :o]

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  11. AnonymousNovember 9, 2013 at 5:22 PM

    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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