by Gordon Gilbert
He spoke appropriately enough
(although misspoken)
of a herd “mentality.”
He could have been speaking of
his own followers,
this super-spreader,
deliberately infecting their bodies
and their minds.
Now they wander in a desert of their own making,
mindless in their worship
of this golden orange-coiffed calf,
and at his bidding
they have set aside
the ten commandments,
for only one that now all must obey:
“Bow down
&
worship me!”
Gordon Gilbert is a long time resident of the west village in NYC. He only took up writing seriously and performing his work in public in 2008. Since then, besides poetry, he has written many prose pieces (short stories, monologues, short fiction) and one play, Monologues from the Old Folks Home, which he has produced and directed eight times in the past seven years at various venues in lower Manhattan. He has hosted over a dozen programs celebrating the beat generation writers, as well as some other writers, including William Carlos Williams. Gordon is also a member of the Irish American Writers and Artists, and has occasionally hosted their bimonthly salons as well.
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