Your Laugh At Christmas (Draft 2)

Your Laugh At Christmas (Draft 2)

Berry Christmas baby,
you slay me with
the fruit of your love

I love how you slice open
your package of chocolates
’cause you can see again
secret cherry me
who is a tee hee squiggling
giggling merry me, happy
to see your unpining smile, that
you kissed to me under
the magic Christmas tree
with ornaments and light

Can we now eat our strawberries
just because we are so sweet in berry’lation

Can we celebrate
if we’re born to be eaten

I think so.

— Douglas Gilbert

Your Laugh At Christmas (Draft 1)

Your Laugh At Christmas (Draft 1)

Berry Christmas baby,
you slay me with
the fruit of your love

I love how you slice open
your package of chocolates
’cause you can see again
secret cherry me
who is a tee hee squiggling
giggling merry me, happy
to see your unpining smile, that
you kissed to me under
the magic Christmas tree
with ornaments and light

Can we now eat our strawberries
just because we are so sweet and berry-licious

Can we celebrate
if we are born to be eaten

I think so.

— Douglas Gilbert

Nothing Special (Draft, like you know, 1, sort of, or whatever)

Nothing Special To Say About Like You Know (Draft, like 1, sort of)

Damn yeah, I know
Whatever

Like, you’re not
saying anything

You know, y’know,
the solar flare is coming

While you’re in sequestration
I’m taking a siesta, ’cause

you never bothered to explain
in the detail of a relationship
with what you think
is verbosity but is just
the articulation of fun
if you’d take the time
y’know with your naked ears
and hands free from texting

But whatever,
the solar flare is coming,
and the end of the world
technically, with a shutdown
of all electrical devices

So, so, so?
I guess you didn’t notice
I’ve long gone to the bunker
with Alice

Ha! Whatever.

— Douglas Gilbert

Playing Around (Draft 2)

Playing Around (Draft 2)

Don’t worry Sandy Babe
about playing around.

(Haven’t been to school so…)
You know I have to play, and
can’t take the geetar to a seminar —

y’know, just t’ the honky-tonk only
and y’know I wouldn’t fool around
with the bar girls; no just take a few
peanuts from a counter and wouldn’t
get my gherkin in a pickle, or
drop a geetar pick in the wrong place

You know I have to play, and
can’t take the geetar to a seminar —
Don’t know nothing about hoity-culture
or haute cuisine so y’know maybe

I could still love you even if I still
knock grits on the floor
and spill beer in the garden

don’t know if you could school me babe
’cause schooling’s not my thing
can’t play my geetar at the seminar

You know the honk-tonk
pays me in gherkins and peanuts
and I have to play around —
no not that — wouldn’t ever
twist myself into a pretzel of lies

maybe we could be cooking
and water the garden with love

maybe I’d put on a tie
and play my guitar for you
like I’ve been to school
though mums the word

You know I have to play, and
can’t take the guitar to a seminar,
but we could learn a new song together
under the moon light with whiskey,
a beer, and a chrysandymum’s rose

— Douglas Gilbert

Playing Around (Draft 1)

Playing Around (Draft 1)

Don’t worry Babe
about playing around.

(Haven’t been to school so…)
You know I have to play, and
can’t take the geetar to a seminar —

y’know, just t’ the honky-tonk only
and y’know I wouldn’t fool around
with the bar girls; no just take a few
peanuts from counter and wouldn’t
get my gherkin in a pickle, or
drop a geetar pick in the wrong place

You know I have to play, and
can’t take the geetar to a seminar —
Don’t know nothing about hoity-culture
or haute cuisine so y’know maybe

I could still love you even if I still
knock grits on the floor
and spill beer in the garden

don’t know if you could school me babe
’cause schooling’s not my thing
can’t play my geetar at the seminar

You know the honk-tonk
pays me in gherkins and peanuts
and I have to play around —
no not that — wouldn’t ever
twist myself into a pretzel of lies

maybe we could be cooking
and water the garden with love

maybe I’d put on a tie
and play my guitar for you
like I’ve been to school
though mums the word

You know I have to play, and
can’t take the guitar to a seminar,
but we could learn a new song together
under the moon light with whiskey,
a beer, and a chrysandymum’s rose

— Douglas Gilbert

Spaghetti (Draft 2)

Spaghetti (Draft 2)

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 that the swallows loved
as we fed them bread and spaghetti in the rain

and we sang our twisted song
as you carried your noodle soup, and
we stood in a puddle with your poodle
being strung out in tangles seeming tame

— Douglas Gilbert

Planting (Draft 1)

Planting (Draft 1)

I’m not very adept at growing things, but
there is a secret that I like colors
and sometimes

the flowers that I have given away,
I would have preferred to keep for myself

But still, I can watch you appreciate
things that blossom even though
I could never figure out how
to plant a seed because
I am mostly horn and not petal,
mostly a rhinoceros in the garden

But to be preposterously bent,
if you’d be my gorgeous flower
I could be your endower

— Douglas Gilbert