SamadhiMuse

         Oh God, you’re such a jokester.
         The last two nights I’ve been through hell
         with Lise and Anthony
         and tonight I come here to be with Rose
         to deflect the pain
         and I find more than simple compassion;
         I find Rose renewed by her friend, Jack,
         and I find a house
         where my problems with Lise
         are not uninvited lepers.
         I find love and acceptance and compassion
         and I find the misery Lise has given me
         melting like summer snow.
         Lise and her confusion begin to look
         like simple flakiness to me
         now that these bands are drawn from my heart.
                                 gallagher
                                 22 Nov 85
         – At Rose’s while Lise has gone off to be with Anthony.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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            Lise is taken by Anthony
            robbed of her reason by desire
            and I have been as taken by Lise
            robbed of my perspective
            by her special ‘something’.
            Rose, whose petty jealousy
            once drove me away towards Lise
            has grown again since my departure
            and now, on my return,
            stands ready to help me
            see more clearly.
                              gallagher
                              22 Nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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         Lise, your struggle was so real to me today.
         Indeed, I was in it, I was part of it.
         My love for you,
         my willingness to fight the desperate fight.
         My fear of loosing you
         fueled by some obsession
         that seeing too much of another’s reality
         can create.
         How hard I twisted among dreams and nightmares,
         how close I was to some bitter edge,
         and now … now I see it all for illusion.
         The simple fact is I deeply love a flake.
         A flake who allowed a reality to build
         like we’ve been dealing with these last days
         and who cannot find the compassion
         to put it to rest.
         I want to love a woman who can create this mess
         and who can allow someone she claims to love
         to stumble in it in pain and darkness
         while she chooses her poison in high drama.
         Rose has grown again and her strength and compassion
         have released me from your spell
         and I see so clearly now
         that I’ve fallen in love with a passionate flake.
                                    gallagher
                                    22 Nov 85
         – at Rose’s

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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