Best Gutters Poems

The fall to the abyss is incendiary by design,
  Burning out and plummeting toward
The bottom of a fjord or the shaft of a mine,
  To impale upon a metaphoric sword.

The climbing from the dark is instinctive by default,
  Implanted in the root...

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Those roses hungry
for beauty and life live
alone in gutters....

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icicles on gutters

glisten in light
of early morning

reflections of sun
when sitting alone
my dreams of spring
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Between the black gutters and the painted ceilings,
Dogs teach dolls how to die.
	 Study the rot in my bicuspids, file down the calluses and watch the heartbeat
	Shake the skin like strychnine shivers. 
Whispers fill the space between the curtains, hanging from the scaffolds
Hushed against the...

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I came from the cracked earth,
where sirens sang lullabies
and gunshots kept rhythm
like a mother’s heart—
fast, then gone.

We ate what we stole,
slept where we fell,
and called rusted chain-link fences
the edge of the world.

The old man left,
the old lady broke,
and love was a rumor
we didn’t believe in.

I...

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