SamadhiMuse

      I can't seem to escape this falling feel
      in the quite moments when my awareness gets real
      it seems I'm falling thru the days like a leaf
      and I can't seem to land to get some relief.

      Ah, why would I want to come to this place in my life
      so sad and confused and distressed by the knife.
      It never seemed to me that it'd be like this,
      the knife that divides our fun from our pain,
      and its come down on the wrong side again.

      I wonder, in flashes, as the days whirl by
      if I can get it back, the way that I got high,
      by looking in loving detail at all that went by.

                              gallagher
                              28 Aug 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         I'm not sure where I'm going, save getting old.
         I can't remember the dreams that held me
         through the passages of my twenties.

         The snow drifts in my door
         and the newspapers talk more to me.
         I think I'd like to be free
         but I can't recall what it would mean.
         I've tried idealism, and then lust
         and seen nothing but history's crust
         and brighter chrome.

         There's more, but I'm not sure what.
         I've been adrift so long
         I can't recall what it means to stand
         grounded and know something...anything.

         In some attempt to chart the river,
         I've been swept away.
         And I'm not sure just what it is I want or need
         but I wish I'd find it, I need to find that seed.

         I can see the snowdrifts piled so high
         beneath the arc-lit sun that wheels so swiftly now
         that the calendar pages fairly strobe.

                              gallagher
                              7 september 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —