SamadhiMuse

               Sometimes I've got too many lovers
               and not enough steady friends
               and I wake up too many mornings
               with a bad case of the lover bends

               We go down into our passion
               and we let the hours run away
               but when we come back into our real lives
               its still the same as yesterday

               Form ... illusion ... our hands now
               the curvatures, our skin at play
               I wake up too many mornings
               burned out for another day

               What does it matter if we cast ourselves
               against each other this way
               we're, still, each of us, alone inside
               and passion cannot chase that away

               But I still take my lovers
               in ego dances and play
               as if by my holding them
               I could chases all my fears away.

                                 gallagher
                                 30 july 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                  I’m on the edge of composure
                  I feel it brush me by somedays
                  its getting close I know now
                  cause I can feel it slip away
                  One morning I’ll make it
                  I’ll get up and run away
                  all of my tensions will leave then
                  and I’ll treasure the rest of the day
                  And when evening comes I’ll find
                  there’s nothing I want to do
                  except lie down and rest lightly
                  and let my body renew
                  The days will begin to string out
                  pearls in some joyous chain
                  of running morning’s composure
                  and just enough food to maintain.
                                 gallagher
                                 30 july 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —