SamadhiMuse

            Hurt drawn across her
              hanging fragile
            in brittle, painful self-control.
              What to say…
                 in a heart-storm.
            No longer slash and tear
              rip and run
            but another note there
              that I cannot recognize
                 in Rose of 15 years.
                           gallagher
                           25 Oct 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         We talk into larger silences
         survey the ruins with pessimism
         and wait resigned
         for more or less of the same.
         Love distorted, a frozen taffy
         in the cold water
         of reality.
         Strings of what was there, before
         are now just memories
         when we are alone with our pillows.
         …addiction death.
                           gallagher
                           27 Oct 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         No humor, no compassion, no cherishing love.
         Only the bitter ends of something
         that perhaps perished long ago.
         My Norwegian lady, so full of pessimism;
         your world growing smaller day by day,
         can you really have been
         the flower of my youth and dreams?
         People, like slow motion movies
         of cause and effect,
         come clearer as the years pass
         and the patterns weather
         through the wood.
         I ache for what was
         and see it alive and pure
         in the eyes and feelings
         of these two boys, born of us.
         But where have ‘we’ gone?
         You said faith and trust
         had died long ago….
         How I ache to see what’s left.
                                 gallagher
                                 27 Oct 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —