Black Gutters Gush

Wooden gates creak
As the storm starts to scream,

Idiots, thieves,
I beg your pardon,

Listen to the worms outside,
Deep inside the garden.

Crooked drains weep
Till they splutter with woe,

Insatiable lords,
I beg your pardon,

Keep one eye on your shadowed sides,
There are knives forever sharpened.

Black gutters gush
As the rainbow waits,

Ignorant hope,
I beg your pardon,

Beware the Gods that say they’re so
And break until you’re hardened.

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One Response to “Black Gutters Gush”

  1. This is a subtle one & that strange rhyme scheme adds to the mystery.

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