My feelings walk inside me like a man with a hammer
The year of thirty must be by far the strangest one yet
Joe’s gone, his room says over his leavings,
and Rose and the house are harder to bear each day.
Soon the last shreds of her love will be torn
and the last of my security flown away
Its an ache to be there and yet I’ll probably always return
for Danny
I dreamed Bob the night before I met him
and when he arrived I felt prophesy on my shoulder.
And, tonight, when Rose told me
he wasn’t going to San Francisco
and that he’d been asking her out behind Nona’s back,
my dream came to reality.
“I’m seeing Rory”, she said, and I smiled…
I like Rory and he can’t make me insecure
Sorting photographs … cleaning the garage
talking, with control, to Bob and Nona,
eating Rose’s chicken and feeling this hammer.
I’m going to be alone again soon as I’ve not been
in a long long time
and on none of my fantasy girls can I rest
until this hammer has spent itself
I pray thee, thirty, move on.
gallagher
04 apr 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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