Best Gutter Poems

They elude me now ...words
Drinking befits a drowning man possessed
Swimming off this broken page
Baton winning in a relay race
I breached the ribbon sliced with chest
Joy! I gasped


Grown tired of my own riddles
Those halting jagged lines
Conversely I committed 
So disrespectful of my crimes
In dispatchment utter lunacy
Forgiveness...

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Pinchas lives in the museum
Where I volunteer.
His hologram is what I mean
That helps him to appear.

A Holocaust survivor
Born in 1932,
His family shared the fate expected
By each Polish Jew.

But Pinchas lived and always will;
Technology ensures it
And interactive software
By a research team secures it.

Nine hundred questions he...

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Born in palace of the best
you can still see the skin
smooth and shining show
the teeth bright and white

But something happened
palace was burnt to ashes
smoke still smells in the air
cloth he wears bears marks

The traces of the tragedy
came as a thief in the night
dwellers were ...

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The neighborhood has been going, to every variety of dogs.
But I simply can’t believe it… We now have Gutter Frogs!
They climb upon my windowsills, and also among the trees.
They climb up my patio screen, is there nothing, they don’t see!

Nightly nestling in my window gutter,...

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"Gutter Hearts"



He’s got a gutter Heart
bleeds words that birth
diamonds sharp on his tongue

They hit her like 
bullets from an Uzi gun
Silent, her heart implodes like molten marshmallow

She’s standing in the cafeteria 
moving grease with a smile 
that cuts his goat’s cheese like sharp steele

He licks...

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Welcome to Gutter Ball Saloon
Where careful words waft through the tavern;
Serpentine swirls with evil intentions.
Watch your step and pocketbook.

Observe the chap in the derby hat.
No, the other one.
No, the other one…with the honeycomb vest.
That singular sap is one of kind.
Or one of ten; a soldier-still...

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The best waakye in the community is sold by the gutter,
Gutter choked with rubbish and litter,
Litter that stops the flow of water,
Water, contaminated as it is, the breeding grounds for mosquitoes,
Mosquitoes that cause malaria, 
They hover around the food that we love,
And so we eat,...

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My life that never goes to sleep
And kills me everyday
My life that always pulls me in too deep
And leaves me with this price to pay

My life that always falls into pieces
And suffocates my happiness everyday
My life and my heart that continuelly creases
And my depression that...

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… scattered jazz,
haunted gnarls of
octupi-night staggering
between semen-splinters of stars
pain-fornicating in
my collective gutter, my disheveled
cells oozing your
black and
softer gold
burning silence
in a heathen writhe between my ears
dancing on the cusp: my dead-zone ecstasy
defiling
corrupting and
seduction-raping the
industry of numbness,
toilet-scream from
between legs: slave of avoidance
whore of denial
death in a vacuum
naught...

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It is two o’clock and the sun is shining.
Its  rays are shimmering on the ground.
The rain had come with perfect timing.
School is out, and boys fooling around.

The rays are reflected from high above
and the rain has fallen at the usual time.
Why does it happen...

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You say you are braver, superior, smarter,
Your pride, ever swollen, has poisoned the air.
In fact, you are already deep in the gutter,
You've merged with the shades of the earthly despair.

Your crave for respect, much more cash, a career,
But luck's velvet fingers won't grant you a...

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We never thought we'd sleep in a gutter.
But, your words were sweet and smooth as butter.
"Just another shot," you whispered in my ear.
Your eyes gave me shivers as you sipped a beer.
"One," said the barkeep as he slid over the glass.
A flame slid down my...

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let the talents go
                                 gutter's the best place to keep 
  ...

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They were swilling blood from the road
into the gutter,
policemen with buckets
of cold water.

And all I could think of was you
and how you had left me.
It was not your blood but someone else's
that the curious had crowded to see.

You were walking, talking, laughing
elsewhere in this city
and...

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Blank;
I spent my days talking a lot;
I tell a lot of things about myself,
I tell a lot of things about my dad, my mom, my brother, my sister;
At the end of it all, I ask myself why.

Some days I can feel myself bearing down upon...

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