29 May 2006


              church wedding

              The handsome groom, smiling like plastic,
              systematically shook two hundred
              well-wishing hands.

              The nervous, excited bride constantly
              touched her frizzled hair as she mingled
              and made silly small talk rapidly.

              The balding, cheerful pastor, arriving
              slightly late in his immaculate suit, delivered
              his well-rehearsed, eloquent sermon

              on God, love and the bonds between
              man and wife. The non-Christian guests held
              brown little hymnbooks and opened

              their awkward mouths, as others rose
              to their feet and sang `Amazing Grace'.
              Somewhere at the back of the chapel,

              a baby burst into violent tears,
              and her parents hushed and shushed,
              trying in vain to stop her.
posted by Gilbert at Monday, May 29, 2006 2 comments

25 May 2006


              Swimming

              My breath
              is bubbling
              …………nonsense
              ……talkative
              ………but my body's
              a silent shadow
              ……… gliding on the blue
              ………………….. of pool bottom.
              …. Flecks of sun dance
              breathlessly
              ……….on my skin
              …….but in my ears
              there is only gurgling,
              ……silence,
              …………gurgling, silence,
              as i submerge,
              ………….emerge, submerge,
              ……..emerge merge
              with the arc of
              ………breaststroke
              ………………..pulls.
              Those of you who fly
              …………………will mock my
              ….sluggish strokes
              and call me
              ……….a poor little frog
              but i'm really just
              ……………….a very lazy whale
              ………..with one lifetime
              to cross
              …..my oceans.
posted by Gilbert at Thursday, May 25, 2006 5 comments

24 May 2006


                Social Ambitions

                I’m doing
                all the
                right things
                moving in
                all the
                right directions
                spiraling up
                all the
                right circles
                to my dreams
                in society’s
                higher places.
                The higher
                I get,
                the further
                I have to
                go -
                I’m always
                almost very nearly
                there,
                but never quite
                there yet.
                It seems that the
                same goes for
                nearly everyone else
                in this peculiar,
                perpetually
                hungry
                little nation
                of ours.
posted by Gilbert at Wednesday, May 24, 2006 3 comments

22 May 2006


              House Lizard

              He thinks the wall is his,
              and the ceiling too,
              the little monster,
              his eyes beady black,
              his fat body growing fatter
              as the months go by.
              Night after night he feeds
              like a glutton on the
              helpless bugs
              that, drawn by the table
              lamplight, unsuspectingly
              fly in through the window.
              He shits on the sill,
              leaving black pellets of
              digested insect,
              and when I'm not here,
              slithers impudently
              into my mug as if it’s
              his goddamned sofa.
              When I'm in the room,
              he prudently sticks
              to the ceiling,
              beyond my easy reach,
              going tsk tsk tsk in his
              patronising voice.
              I swear he's laughing.
              He’d better watch it,
              or one of these days
              I'll shoot him down
              with a thick rubber band.
              Bang. Thwack his fat little
              head good and proper.
              He'll fall to the floor
              with brains puddling
              around his head,
              tail leaping off
              his corpse giggling
              like a muscle
              in the throes of
              death.

posted by Gilbert at Monday, May 22, 2006 6 comments

19 May 2006


                Turtle Pond

                Theirs surely is a small universe,
                yet they sit perfectly still on the rocks,
                little heads held up,
                lost in thought
                contemplating philosophies
                too profound for me
                to imagine.
posted by Gilbert at Friday, May 19, 2006 6 comments


Writing Poems

Some kind of
hunting has been
going on

and it’s the thrill
of capture
that I’m after,

the victory of
pouncing
on a piece of life,

trapping it in
the net
of language

pressing it down
into black and
white
posted by Gilbert at Friday, May 19, 2006 6 comments