Gutterfly

Tell me how you died my dear

when you ensured compliance

how the walls came down

tell me how you carved the will

to endure defiance

how its all changed now

tell me how you

died inside my cliche gutterfly

she said

'I am sort a of a mystery'

I exclaimed well 'so am I'

sequences of secrets seeking shelter

in between the signs

and in these instants

of repetitive words that just remain relative

even the poet resigns

'can't think of the lines'

so to me you died

inside my cliche gutterfly

suddenly edify

don't forget the present tense

you are only in a sense

know the hearts blind arrogance

there's a lesson here

don't you know?

cause to me you

died inside my cliche gutterfly