Curls (Draft 1)

Curls (Draft 1)

Oh I wonder did you ever know
how I looked at your curls and would
have calmed you when

the rain made you worry
about the frizz, oh I
didn’t care about the rain

and if when you were soaked
you were not elegant enough
for the Ambassador’s Dinner then

I wouldn’t want
a rain pout, I just would
want a messy you
curled up with me, and
I’d reveal that I
have a glass slipper.

— Douglas Gilbert


I Love the River

I Love The River


love my river, and
could You please
My Lord

give me all
my river water
my splash.

Somehow empty
I can not drink enough
when the the river is low.

Thirsty, I am so
drained of life. Maybe

with a big drink granted
I won’t feel like

my stomach is so big
that I need a big knife to
prick it like a balloon

and I know it
will be silly to die
without a big word
an oh blah, blah, yeah
I could do better, have some
legacy. No. I’m just stupid

and it hurts so much, but
I hope the pain will end soon
because I am too clumsy
to do it fast and well.

Oh God the knife hurts, and
I don’t know why
I had to be nothing

Could I please
just bleed well
like a divine river
and if I would die
could it be with a word

I would seek you
and before I go
I’d say I love you

just because
you have known me

— Douglas Gilbert

Six Weeks by “Diane”

Six Weeks by “Diane”

I woke up this morning nauseous, and
I can smell my Mom’s kitchen
were I dare not tread; I dread it

I know my Mom will hate me
when I show, and

I don’t want Aaron to die
when Daddy knows his name, and knows
the place he will choose
where Aaron will die with a bullet

How can my child be happy
if I am not

What will my baby do with me
when she is off my breast

And Granddad is in prison, and
Aaron is dead.

Happy news today, because
I am nauseous

I hope it’s just
the plague

That would be nice.

— Douglas Gilbert