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 —
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