Human beings can get used to almost anything.
It’s just the transitions
that take us by storm.What an empty naked aching
stands between me
and learning to be alone.And in what concrete postures
of discomfort and compromise
we stand frozen by fear.For it is no idle discomfort
that waits beyond the campfires of love
but a gaping canyon of terror
to cross.gallagher
18 Oct 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
It laps around our mental feet
waiting for those moments
when we are alone
to rise to consciousness.That empty aching feeling
of being so terribly alone;
insidiously, it devastates us
with the stranger’s face,
asphalt, other people’s children,
the women in the market,
all from another world,
now closed to us.Such a gaping window opens here
just behind our suburban bliss
and our workday mindlessness.A naked armageddon of the spirit
arrived from nowhere
to claim us.gallagher
18 Oct 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
By now you know that I know you
didn’t work on Monday. No wonder you were
in such a hurry to leave here. Let’s talk
quality time. I get Dennis working on
computers or with his nose stuck in a
book. Three weeks ago you couldn’t even
take off a couple of hours to go with me
for the post-coital exam. Granted you
went to the lab last week. You were the
one with your nose buried in the book
while I had my blood drawn. Then it was
run a couple quick errands before you had
to get back to work. Real romantic!
Friday night you didn’t come down because
you wanted to work late. Was this so you
could take off Monday? Last month we made
love twice.. once was the morning of my
exam. Says a lot about our relationship.Now sit back and reflect on what
other girls get from you. More than me?You bet I’m pissed. Aren’t I
justified?Rose
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —