SamadhiMuse

         Lise, your struggle was so real to me today.
         Indeed, I was in it, I was part of it.
         My love for you,
         my willingness to fight the desperate fight.
         My fear of loosing you
         fueled by some obsession
         that seeing too much of another’s reality
         can create.
         How hard I twisted among dreams and nightmares,
         how close I was to some bitter edge,
         and now … now I see it all for illusion.
         The simple fact is I deeply love a flake.
         A flake who allowed a reality to build
         like we’ve been dealing with these last days
         and who cannot find the compassion
         to put it to rest.
         I want to love a woman who can create this mess
         and who can allow someone she claims to love
         to stumble in it in pain and darkness
         while she chooses her poison in high drama.
         Rose has grown again and her strength and compassion
         have released me from your spell
         and I see so clearly now
         that I’ve fallen in love with a passionate flake.
                                    gallagher
                                    22 Nov 85
         – at Rose’s

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

            Its the transitions that always get us.
            We love and then things change;
            love’s there, …love’s gone.
            We churn on about who and why and how,
            but they’re not relevant.
            It’s just the changes that have meaning
            and the rest is simply
            reflections of our pain.
            There’s comedy, pathos, and lies
            woven from many sides, here.
            There’s the moment, so transient
            and so bitter, at once.
            And there’s the refusal to accept
            and the agony of despair
            and then … slowly, a profound clarity
            as perspective finally comes,
            and then a long healing.
                              gallagher
                              23 Nov 85
            – in Westminster mall walking with Christopher, age 5.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

            I feel hammered and rinsed today.
            My nerve endings over-fired
            lie now, slightly numb.
            The lack of sleep, the tension,
            this cold, these rapid transitions
            from love to storm and agony
            and back again
            leave my eyes stripped of masks.
            From the battles of the heart
            with my ears still ringing
            I’ve come here.
                              gallagher
                              23 Nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —