Though there’s little food in Sugar Ditch
the rabbit hoped to hop from me
a foolish-stewing-hopeless creature,
who’d let luck go where
fecal creeks don’t drown
perfumed hope
Broken down in Sugar Ditch
waiting for a scholarship
I was wheeling like
lightning struck me down
The documentary camera came
just before a thunder wash,
saw the open sewer
that’s home to family shame
I pulled out my crying rag
time moaning sack of clothes
and the man heard me sing
while driving lightning roads
Honking horns daring me
to dream away from poverty,
I bent my trumpets to heaven’s ears
But no one told me
evil flies to me
every place I go, and
King Sorrow would reign
over sovereign hopes
I reached the skyscrapers
a tourist of bad timing
had to be the highest
place to see heaven
aside from you
After lightning struck this New York
I was lying under debris,
my quilted sorrow bristling
with cast off bricks
Mortar thoughts around me
being so damn mortal, I
could be thundered away
to the heavenly scene
But a steam pipe was hissing
while lifted stones flew away
like missles whistling
choruses of dusty blues
Jaws of life jacking time
they slid my body out in time
let the building collapse on through
Thought I heard,
old Joplin singin’
more on Earth
will be slapping you
if you
dodge more bullets
from another fool
And when I sang right out
across the clapping crowds,
my best laid blues
went right to you,
New York girl
in a rabbit hat
Oh magical girl,
my new love,
you kissed the breeze
made illusions
fondle my wishes
Now I dream of you deeply:
my salvation laughing everywhere
To whinny, my dream horse gallops, your
giggling jiggling in my cortex,
cerebral fondness hunting for you
in pulsing fibers
embedded in desire
throbbing in crevices
of nerve-cell books,
passions hiding in no man’s nook.
You journey through my mind,
scampering mind dancer,
doing wild animal tangos. I embrace
your beauty in the hunt
to capture your essence;
my dogs sense your scent,
a presence so foxy,
they transcend all knowing
rockin’ and rollin’ in serotonin.
I have traveled into you–
touch me there
where thoughts are real
and lightning tingles fine:
hats off to
everlasting good times
When I awake to you
I am in heaven
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)
Poetry and Stuff 