I have my scepter Yet I am not comforted in my old age Even so Knew a writer Spoke a word to the Grand Witch She fell Lost her position though I am the greatest witch I have I vaporized my sister But I have been Even so I have my scepter It’s been my goal I love you Yet I have my scepter Even so I have my scepter I am so old I have my plaque, and I should have I hate everyone What’s left but to I have my scepter, and I am unloved, and I will be alone, and Sister forgive me, but
my plaque:
Altruist of the Century.
Mom would be so pleased.
haunted by Freud, because
I am the kindest of all
after all
alone.
once
off her high horse
to vaporize a hack writer
who spoofed us
a sister. Since then
the kindest of all:
have healed the poor
restored the frogs,
made princes humble.
Let it be said.
my awards, my scepter
so must I remember
the innocence of childhood when
and Mom clapped. Oh how
Mom was such a great witch, and
she was so pleased
so kind in my life
after all
alone
my plaque:
Altruist of the Century
to love every stranger
send a blessing
in every incantation
my strangers.
May you be kind to all
and I am unloved, though
I am the kindest of all
after all,
I am unloved
my plaque
for a revelation, and
to find myself
the most powerful witch
ever
no love
from anyone
listened to Freud
with Grand intensity
choose an auspicious day
I am the most powerful witch ever
I will vaporize the world.
Mom will be pleased.
isn’t death charming
—Douglas Gilbert
Books by Douglas Gilbert
Archive for October, 2008
Hack Witch of The Century Studies ‘Reaction Formation’ by “Hilda”
The Media and the Weather
Spirited debate. The Amy’s nonsense grease can reach Séance sounds. The A candle is lit to be blown.
medium, Amy, conjures
a squealing pig of truth
intelligent, but
tasty to eat, consume
an Éminence Grise, grease
Machiavellian wheels
to silence slogan squeaks:
nonce words,
machinations
the pompous apparent airs
fitting the bill due for
lodging foreclosed
taking on airs,
a billet-doux of optimism
medium, Amy, squeals in airs
hears the spirits of
Ché, Hugo, and Barry
Sprinkles on a cake to be had.
Caesar is nonpareil,
or not Ayers, or not
up in the air
with the weather winds
perhaps
—Douglas Gilbert
~~ ~~ THE MUSE WOULD OFTEN SAY, it feels like a je ne sais quoi style of poetry, but my Socrates the Plumber always murmurs, “Ubemuwx!” (that’s not exactly it).
Books by Douglas Gilbert
Ugly Flowers
New York can be a grimy city: Although, if one would know There are even, I like strawberries, and I always seem to miss No one seems to matter No one seems to gather
invisible beggars of minor importance
gathered up in dust bins
during conventions
there are cherry blossoms in Central Park
if you know where to go,
tributes to rock stars,
strawberry fields forever
cherries, but
the falling of
the blossoms of compassion
(Me)
my cherries, and
I have always wished
to be sweet
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)
Burial In Bits Of Memory
Clicking a box, pixels of you Seething sorrow Rain from my face Clicking fragments. Grave computer warnings Are you sure you want to delete her, No, delete me
seething sorrow beyond a hard drive
clicks a mouse, a j-peg
your pixels so tiny like dust
washing keyboard grit
Clicking a little box
much smaller than
the box they buried you in
send her to the recycle bin?
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)
Fannie Mae Fleeced A Little Lamb
Fannie had some derivative lambs Fannie had some derivative lambs everywhere that Fannie went and everywhere that Fannie went She took the lambs to bank one day She took the lambs to bank one day Fannie had some congressmen Fannie had an evil lamb
derivative Sams
derivative scams
whose fleece was white as snow, and
Fannie bent
Fannie lent
the lambs were sure to go
bank one day
bank one day
which was against the rules
money men
lobby men
with teeth as white as snow
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)
