Archive for September, 1980

1980-09-02

Tuesday, September 2nd, 1980

Humility comes walking to me…a stranger

and I’m no longer waiting with welcome at the door

I fall over myself with honesty and flinch at nothing

someone is fading behind these masks I wear.

It happens because I am absent in my roles.

09-02-80

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-09-02

Tuesday, September 2nd, 1980

All day my nerves creaked like the wood of an old ship
an eye watering day where peace never had a chance
and all day I tried to find what it was that had me so close to the line
that I felt I was loosing my self vindication…
am I falling asleep to property ownership and the corporate dream?
I’m afraid sometimes that I might just rally
against the high water marks
at what ever moment I just happen to be

perhaps its good I feel so disenchanted today
it stirs the wine and the tragic chords within me
so little lately do I commune within myself

09-02-80/2

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —