Helen wings her way to me.
Rose and I lay in disrepair.
Insanity grows, the peaceful feeling goes.
Today someone asked me why I was always so happy,
I must be very resilient.
The ground moves, neon glows, abstractions and anxiety.
These days spin, I’m split… die or heal, I beg.
“Come, life.”, I said, “Show me everything.”
Such blatant mockery… supreme tests for me.
I rise agonized to each dance, and call them on….
Houston… does it matter, was I only dreaming?
I used to know, only months ago…
that I could, would, survive.
And now I agonize over love’s loss again.
A little Vodka… the time goes.
God knows, I don’t.
gallagher
19 January 1979
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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