Space Rocks (Draft 1)

Space Rocks (Draft 1)

I wish they’d stop explaining away
all the comets and meteors as
debunking rocks devoid of magic

There is streaking I
wish to make a wish upon
thinking of you as a star

The surprise rocks
seem to crash in Russia
and ooops we didn’t
see it coming
neither now nor Tunguska

I saw a shooting star
and it felt like you

I don’t mind surprises
if they are close magic

— Douglas Gilbert

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Waiting (Draft 2)

Waiting (Draft 2)

I used to think that
the twitter of birds
was like laughter, but

I’m not falling for Fall anymore
don’t want to be
red-faced in autumn leaves
when the trees strip, and
my favorite birds migrate

You have gone far away, and
as I have no ticket to fly
it might as well be on a distant star

I will sing my blues
and wait for you
through the cold winter
without leaves

Oh I can’t wait for Spring to be
naked with you in the sun of Spring
when you can return from exile with feathers

’cause I
know that you
can be true

and spring
back to me

like budding possibilities
that blossom into silliness

and I can’t wait for Spring to laugh
can’t wait to sate our hunger

’cause I
know that you
can be true
and the winter is not forever

I saw you in the Fall
and I will see you in the rise
won’t it be a surprise
to be Summer love

— Douglas Gilbert

It Can Never Be (Draft 2)

It Can Never Be (Draft 2)

I can not rake the leaves anymore
when she will not crumble them with me

She’s fallen as gross nature
would demand —
like compost

Oh God
I never understood how the
decay of Love could be recycled
if I buried her and the tree
thought of her as minerals

No, I can not give her to the trees

I want to keep her
as she was

I won’t surrender her,
won’t ever bury her, because
I will not let you take her

She can not die.

— Douglas Gilbert

It Can Never Be (Draft 1)

It Can Never Be

I can not rake the leaves anymore
when she will not crumble them with me

because oh God gross,
how could she be compost
as her nature would demand, and

I never understood how the
decay of Love could be recycled
when I buried her and the tree
thought of her as minerals

No, I can not give her to the trees

I want to keep her
as she was

I won’t surrender her,
won’t ever bury her, because
I will not let you take her

She can not die.

— Douglas Gilbert

Spaghetti (Draft 1)

Spaghetti

Turning on the light
my hand made a shadow
that needed to be drawn

Thinking of you
I made a doodle on a paper
a scribble of a pasta in the past
when I made the meat balls
and you the sauciness

We were a cute melody
and the swallows loved
our shallow songs

I knew we had a shallow song in the rain
when you carried your noodle soup, and
we stood in a puddle with your poodle
being strung out in tangles seeming tame

— Douglas Gilbert

Lachrymal Nights (Draft 1)

Lachrymal Nights

You’ve made me write sad songs
’cause you don’t sing for me anymore

I try to believe you never really cried
never really screamed, and you
were just a character in a song

I imagine the laughing hyena
is sad sometimes, and
the minor bird doesn’t feel major

they all have a scream
they all have a cry

Is there any way these are
a cathartic dip in the mud
with a wash and dry, no

trying to be in the movie of life
without a stunt double
makes falling hurt so much
makes singing turn sour

Let them say
the cartoon version is
funny enough to
laugh and cry and hiccup

But I haven’t seen it yet

You’ve made me write sad songs
’cause you don’t sing for me anymore

— Douglas Gilbert