Gutters Poem by Alejandro Torres

Feel a heard beat
Pour out my heart
Like words pour out
Between the filth of my mind
And the gutter
my mouth

I was never heaven sent
But I had a purpose
With flowery prose and delicate words
I did my best to woe the heart
Of a diamond in the rough
But I ain’t no Aladdin

And if I had a magic carpet
I’d ride it to the ground
On round trips
To your love
Bypassing the junk that flies out
This tongue against teeth
Ridiculous speech

The world over knows
I was Princess charming flying to you
On white keys
From this board
But that hard beat
Turns into a jazzy salsa
With a soft smoking singer
And I realize how soft I’ve gotten
In my old age

Still loving you
As foolishly as the first day
Cupid riddled me with arrows
And if you were to lie
Do it gently
Like I’ve spoken before
Follow the beat of my heart these days
Its too slow to survive longer
In this concrete jungle
We’ve built from the sand from that Arabia
I bypassed to get to your gutter

And if I had to clean it out
I’d use my tongue
To pick up every stray word we left behind
to collect dust
And clutter the gutters
We don’t deserve
In unused hearts

Hearts that pound
A useless beat
Together