step martyr
by Rene Foran
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
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
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