SamadhiMuse

                 Doubt stalks me
            and the patterns breaking up around me
              seem so much more real
                 than the dispassion with which
              I began this.

                      My words to my mother haunt me
                 and I wonder if I'm chasing a T.V. dream
                   like so many of my brothers
                      and Rose loves me,
                   even in this.

                                 gallagher
                                 17 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

               Age walks on us
                 burned out dreams, we.
               The makeup's thicker
                 and the novelty's grow worn.
               New thrills come born of desperation
                 and we call this sophistication.

               But neither youth nor this 'sophistication'
                 are any answer.
               And so, I go on to where
                 they both cannot follow;
               by ever avoiding forms
                 and falling into no patterns that I can see,
               by ever leaving what I know behind
                 for that which is both less
                    and more.

                                    gallagher
                                    18 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —