1975-03-17

                 Doubt stalks me
            and the patterns breaking up around me
              seem so much more real
                 than the dispassion with which
              I began this.

                      My words to my mother haunt me
                 and I wonder if I'm chasing a T.V. dream
                   like so many of my brothers
                      and Rose loves me,
                   even in this.

                                 gallagher
                                 17 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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