My family’s wound envelopes me.
I feel Danny’s need … as I remember my own years …
in lucid moments between the running days I remember him
and wonder how I can feel so strongly
and do so little for love.
Everyone seems to live simpler lives than I
rootless man living off many lives
and not having one of my own to share or claim
I wait for history’s wheels to spew me out
frantically waiting on Godot and wisdom to find me…
… spoiled child … karmic wastrel
Five minutes with Rose on the phone in anger
and my family’s wound envelopes me….
gallagher
15 nov 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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