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

3 thoughts on “Ode to Sloopy (Draft 6)

  1. I like the changes you’ve made to this. Good call on how you incorporated the notes to Joyce. I would’ve loved getting a note like that passed to me in class from you. And I bet i would’ve worked hard to write a reply back that I thought would’ve impressed you or made you happy…
    I’m going to go sit out in the sunshine and plant some flowers in the flower bed…it sure is beautiful outside today.

    1. I thank you that it is so beautiful today. I wish I would have had a life of passing notes but alas no one ever would have ever done that because I was never very attractive and never very articulate in the 10 second window to comment. But it is beautiful today when I have so many slow motion days to comment. Sometimes my hour of thought sounds so good condensed into a few seconds that I could pretend I could say it spontaneously. So when I speak in person nobody knows me as I would be if I were an Opera.

      1. hmm…well, now that i think about it, we’ve been passing notes back and forth for a long time now. I think it was 2005 when I read your poems on the old message boards we sent our first notes. You don’t have to be a fast note passer ’cause I think it’s the quality of your notes that keeps me sending you return notes. And I think a computer screen works just as well for notes, if not better than a piece of paper since it doesn’t get crumpled up easily. Poetic notes, chatty notes, musical operatic notes…i love all of your notes, they’re beautiful.

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