Abstraction of Heart
inspired by the painting “Visceral Fling” by Jan Betts
Thrown against the splattered window pane of broken dreams,
a shot rings out past candle-light, and the amorous wine for two,
illusions sweetened aperitif, now you taste it, and now you don’t,
the fresh bruised center piece, with wounded flowering flesh is you.
Romance does die, and all is ugly raw, like meat that’s served too crude-
and blood slides dripping down the viaduct of one more lost affair.
Let the heavens cry, and open wide to abject emptiness tonight,
I see you take one in the heart, oh… such a painful bloody tear!
So don’t be mad if it won’t heal tomorrow or by the next week’s dawn,
Or sometimes, wants to disintegrate in liquid salt -filled plates.
Yes these pumps of hope and mirrors are known to finally self -repair,
but something that used to live within, gets lost forever from its fate.
Love’s lethal shell when passing, pierces, nerves cry out ever- imprinted,
It now survives, an injured veteran caught between a truth and lie.
Shot by a killer word that rings and echo- flecks with drilled disdain,
Ripped-out and flung, a heart beat stutters, grabs for breaths, but will not die.
May 17, 2011
S.I. Costa Rica
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