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The Gutter

In Poetry on April 1, 2013 at 5:56 pm

I’m ready to go into the gutter.

I’m ready to go in face-first, into the sludge.

I’m ready for my communication spirit to die.

I’m ready for embraced hallucination.


And, they know what we know,

because they are out to kill us.

They are out to shut us down.

Paranoia resonates into my blood,

like cool, crisp, white, Opera-hate-water.

I’m ready for the sluice gutter.


Get into it, man.

Go inside that gutter.


I’m ready for severe unhappiness.

Severe regret.

Severe blockhead force.


Gregory Gathman, USA