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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