THE CORRUPT GUTTER

There’s a constant hammering Alongside my bedroom window Repercussions of a corrupt gutter The maddening drain Obstinately and persistently has refused All rehabilitation efforts There are no drip drip drips Only Pound Pound Pounds As water clashes with wood and metal The clangor must be amplified By a loudspeaker To make such minute water drops Sound like a crazed gongsman Locked in a metallic chamber with a battle mace With no distinct pattern The piercing pattering Thwack Thwack Thwacks Proclaiming, “You will find no peace here!” And yet Its constant monotone irritation Somehow Lulls me to sleep