Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Poem: Flooded Gutter

This poem originally appeared in Wilderness House Literary Review, edited by the exceptional poet and thinker, Irene Koronas.


PS: You never know what you will find in a gutter.


Flooded Gutter

trash floats thick
like a python slow
with cancer.

we watch soiled husks
bob toward drains,

like sycophants
and barely able to swim.
they stink

of the trouble
of denied decay,
of stress held hostage

in antsy cars.

we do our best not
to fathom their pall.
their ignominy.

their lack of face.


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