SamadhiMuse

                           Summer Rose
              Come July and the long summer wind
              she called me
              needed to hear a voice that could hear her
              talked of confusion and the summer doldrums
              the lover inbetween days she felt
              and she considered what it was … this waiting
              and I heard her in the wires,
              her memories walking thru me,
              between the murmuring words,
              talking to me after the winter time
              from so far away
                 about distance and summer … about time
                                    gallagher
                                    27 jul 78 – long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

      I told her, “I am going to win.”
      and I am.
      If I have to run until I drop
      and harden my eyes to only the visions I can handle
      and if all my lovers depart me
      and depression walks with its hand on my shoulder
      I will win.
      There’s no point otherwise, unless its to survive.
      to run to exhaustion and work to absorption
      and love to satiation and feel to utter permeation
      do it all and survive as best I can.
      I recall Joel’s “Zen sword of no sword.”
      and my own, “Sanity at any cost.”
      and I recall this afternoon’s rage and hurt,
      so foolishly won, when I should have know better
      I had nothing to gain but to pass some time
      and so much to lose.
      Next time, if I let myself in for pain,
      it will be because the gain was worth the risk.
      But…no matter, bold and considered, I will survive.
      And, if love finds me short of some extreme,
      I’ll give myself away again … willingly …
         win or lose.
                                    gallagher
                                    12 aug, 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

      I see her clearer all the time
      she looks and judges quickly
      and her judgments have large components
      made from her emotional needs and biases
      which she, of course, cannot see
      because of her lack of the fair witness
      and introspection
      She announces how it is and then speaks loudly
      in an attempt to dominate the situation
      and drive home her view
      and its all so illogical to start with
      She says, ‘Yes, I believe it, prove me wrong!’
      and I’m always left tearing her structures down
      self-defensively …
      she never starts from unbiased ground
      And now she wants me to let her back in, emotionally
      and even as she pledges recalitrance and submissivness
      she drives her illogical a priori views home
      like emotional wedges and never sees
      her lack of logic or due process.
                              gallagher
                              2 September 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —