The Bitter Cold (Draft 1)

The Bitter Cold (Draft 1)

I do love the Spring so much
so welcome after the bitter cold of Winter

so nice the warm breeze
and the joy of the Sun once again, but

her primroses have taken over
and I’m thinking, don’t overwhelm
her little bushes that I’ve planted
in honor of her who has died
and of whom I seldom speak, because

love and death is complicated
and tears are not for everything

it’s just a portion of agony
that wonders why
such fate has come to me

and i always wonder why
she couldn’t have danced with me
to twirl and understand the full story

don’t know why I listened
but couldn’t help

don’t know why my love
was deadly

don’t know why I thought

there’d be magic in a couple’s sorrow
even if there’d be a suicide pact, but

one survived and one did not

and sorrow is endless.

— Douglas Gilbert

The Bitter Cold (Draft 0)

Primrose

I do love the Spring so much
so welcome after the bitter cold of Winter

so nice the warm breeze
and the joy of the Sun once again, but

her primroses have taken over
and I’m thinking don’t overwhelm
her little bushes that I’ve planted
in honor of her who has died
and of whom I seldom speak, because

love and death is complicated
and tears are not for everything

it’s just a portion of agony
that wonders why
such fate has come to me

and i always wonder why
she couldn’t have danced with me
like I would have known all the story too

and there’d be magic in a couple’s sorrow
even if there’d be a pack for death.

— Douglas Gilbert

Ode to Sloopy (Draft 6)

Ode to Sloopy (Draft 6)

If my neighborhood is blessed,
why must there be so
many places without joy?

And I could have loved you
so easily if you were in
my class at school, and
my illegal notes would have said

I am not fulfilled with
just my toys. Joyce dear,
play with me like
you love me. But now

can I give you my map
to find me, though there’ve
been so many years?

Joyce you’ve known the song so
don’t fall off the mountain;
hang on to an edge,
hang on to a love to be
that should have been.

Oh baby I don’t know why
your Daddy puts you down
and why you must stay with cockroaches
in your part of town

Oh baby, can you cross the border
’cause there’d be no disorder
if you’d wait for me,
only wait for me

I know there’s a cliff
where everyone dis’s you

But baby don’t fall;
I’ve got the rockin’ gear
and the pinions of a mountain climb

I know you’re on a cliff, but
hang on

I will hoist you up to God, and
maybe He will share you with me

because I want to save you, and
my rescue ropes are of joy. We will

cross the border
and climb a better mountain
beyond outrageous stones
those devils throw

How can they know
your kind heart
if they’d be mocking birds.

Let me sing to you of
sweet rescue, because
don’t we both need to
climb to a heaven we need
so desperately

I think we are good
to hang on for love

because never would I
want you to be anywhere
but on my street if
you love me, or

even if you don’t.

— Douglas Gilbert

Ode to Sloopy [Sloopy] (Draft 5)

Ode to Sloopy (Sloopy) (Draft 5)

If my neighborhood is blessed,
why must there be
so many places without joy?

I am not fulfilled with
just my toys. Joyce dear,

can I give you my map
to find me?

Joyce you’ve known the song so
don’t fall off the mountain;
hang on to an edge,
hang on to a love to be.

Oh baby I don’t know why
your Daddy puts you down
and why you must stay with cockroaches
in your part of town

Oh baby, can you cross the border
’cause there’d be no disorder
if you’d wait for me,
only wait for me

I know there’s a cliff
where everyone dis’s you

But baby don’t fall;
I’ve got the rockin’ gear
and the pinions of a mountain climb

I know you’re on a cliff, but
hang on

I will hoist you up to God, and
maybe He will share you with me

because I want to save you, and
my rescue ropes are of joy. We will

cross the border
and climb a better mountain
beyond outrageous stones
those devils throw

How can they know
your kind heart
if they’d be mocking birds.

Let me sing to you of
sweet rescue, because
don’t we both need to
climb to a heaven we need
so desperately

I think we are good
to hang on for love

because never would I
want you to be anywhere
but on my street if
you love me, or

even if you don’t.

— Douglas Gilbert

Sloopy (Draft 1)

Sloopy (Draft 1)

Why must there be
so many places without joy?

Baby don’t fall off the mountain.

Oh Joyce I don’t know why
your Daddy puts you down
and why you must stay with cockroaches
in your part of town

Oh baby, can you cross the border
’cause there’d be no disorder
if you’d wait for me,
only wait for me

I know there’s a cliff
where everyone dis’s you

But baby don’t fall;
I’ve got the rockin’ gear
and the pinions of a mountain climb

I know you’re on a cliff, but
hang on

I will hoist you up to God, and
maybe He will share you with me

because I want to save you, and
my rescue ropes are of joy. We will

cross the border
and climb mountains

because never would I
want you to be anywhere
but on my street if
you love me, or

even if you don’t.

— Douglas Gilbert

Spiders Running Wild (Draft 1)

Spiders Running Wild

When a spider runs up your shirt, babe
he’s probably not looking at your breast
as food or entertainment, but

I’ll crush him if I must, because
I must be brave, and I
hate your screams

It doesn’t seem like
he’s very modest
on his journey to
catch a fly, but

I sort of understand a little
because I’m very modest
on my journey to
explore you, though

I don’t have a web,
just a silk dress for you
and a bracelet

Maybe we’re sticky
in a net yet, but
if there’s any web
it’s a trampoline

And why can’t
we bounce a few times

’cause unlike the spider
I can see your boobs
when you jump, and
I feel like an insider, though

sometimes I’d rather
span the breast of
your love and heart

than scare you
with the net of marriage
but I so much know

how you’d be
such a great mother
of me and my child

so anyway
don’t be afraid

I am here always, and
I have a crush.

— Douglas Gilbert

Not Loved

Seems Like There Is Silence

Maybe now that the end is near
I could spray a few tears and reveal:

no one has ever loved me
even though I have a heart, well, maybe

It hardly beats anymore
except when I’m running

And where would I be going

— Douglas Gilbert