SamadhiMuse

We're all dying here of boredom and life's mundaneness.
my friends call occasionally to see how it goes with me.
Their tiny voices, across the miles, empty and brave
ask, 'how do you like your job...'
and they'd like to hear that I have the answer...
but they hang up as sad as they called,
when they hear its the same with me.

All the alternatives vanish into the vacuum left
where your dreams used to be.

When security and the real world claim you,
you begin to see yourself as you once saw others;
mice on the treadmills of industries, living dead.

Your muscles grow soft and your eyes lose their snap
and your feeling of self uniqueness becomes self disdain.

All the alternatives vanish into the vacuum left
where your dreams used to be.

                              gallagher
                              23 Aug 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

      I can't seem to escape this falling feel
      in the quite moments when my awareness gets real
      it seems I'm falling thru the days like a leaf
      and I can't seem to land to get some relief.

      Ah, why would I want to come to this place in my life
      so sad and confused and distressed by the knife.
      It never seemed to me that it'd be like this,
      the knife that divides our fun from our pain,
      and its come down on the wrong side again.

      I wonder, in flashes, as the days whirl by
      if I can get it back, the way that I got high,
      by looking in loving detail at all that went by.

                              gallagher
                              28 Aug 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —