Hack Witch of The Century Studies ‘Reaction Formation’ by “Hilda”

I have my scepter
my plaque:
Altruist of the Century.
Mom would be so pleased.

Yet I am not comforted in my old age
haunted by Freud, because
I am the kindest of all

Even so
after all
alone.

Knew a writer
once

Spoke a word to the Grand Witch

She fell
off her high horse
to vaporize a hack writer
who spoofed us

Lost her position though
a sister. Since then

I am the greatest witch
the kindest of all:
have healed the poor
restored the frogs,
made princes humble.
Let it be said.

I have
my awards, my scepter
so must I remember
the innocence of childhood when

I vaporized my sister
and Mom clapped. Oh how
Mom was such a great witch, and
she was so pleased

But I have been
so kind in my life

Even so
after all
alone

I have my scepter
my plaque:
Altruist of the Century

It’s been my goal
to love every stranger
send a blessing
in every incantation

I love you
my strangers.
May you be kind to all

Yet I have my scepter
and I am unloved, though
I am the kindest of all

Even so
after all,
I am unloved

I have my scepter
my plaque

I am so old
for a revelation, and
to find myself
the most powerful witch
ever

I have my plaque, and
no love
from anyone

I should have
listened to Freud

I hate everyone
with Grand intensity

What’s left but to
choose an auspicious day

I have my scepter, and
I am the most powerful witch ever

I am unloved, and
I will vaporize the world.

I will be alone, and
Mom will be pleased.

Sister forgive me, but
isn’t death charming
—Douglas Gilbert

Books by Douglas Gilbert

The Media and the Weather

Spirited debate. The
medium, Amy, conjures
a squealing pig of truth
intelligent, but
tasty to eat, consume

Amy’s nonsense grease can reach
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

Séance sounds. The
medium, Amy, squeals in airs
hears the spirits of
Ché, Hugo, and Barry

A candle is lit to be blown.
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:
invisible beggars of minor importance
gathered up in dust bins
during conventions

Although, if one would know
there are cherry blossoms in Central Park

There are even,
if you know where to go,
tributes to rock stars,
strawberry fields forever

I like strawberries, and
cherries, but

I always seem to miss
the falling of
the blossoms of compassion

No one seems to matter
(Me)

No one seems to gather
my cherries, and
I have always wished
to be sweet
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert

Burial In Bits Of Memory

Clicking a box, pixels of you
seething sorrow beyond a hard drive

Seething sorrow
clicks a mouse, a j-peg
your pixels so tiny like dust

Rain from my face
washing keyboard grit

Clicking fragments.
Clicking a little box
much smaller than
the box they buried you in

Grave computer warnings

Are you sure you want to delete her,
send her to the recycle bin?

No, delete me
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert

Fannie Mae Fleeced A Little Lamb

Fannie had some derivative lambs
derivative Sams
derivative scams

Fannie had some derivative lambs
whose fleece was white as snow, and

everywhere that Fannie went
Fannie bent
Fannie lent

and everywhere that Fannie went
the lambs were sure to go

She took the lambs to bank one day
bank one day
bank one day

She took the lambs to bank one day
which was against the rules

Fannie had some congressmen
money men
lobby men

Fannie had an evil lamb
with teeth as white as snow
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert