The Poetry Of.
Dan Gallik.........................................
PASSED ON, AND NOW KNOWS
THE EARTH’S LOVE
The aged tree in my backyard
has lost a huge branch. Like
a man it stands now, drawn and
old, looking like it has lost
his wife to the wet and uneasy
ground below. You would think
that this death would have made
him stronger. Other men came
to cut up the massive y branch
and took the burnable split wood
away. They asked if they should
saw the main trunk, let it fall.
Rather strongly, I said no, but
later, had quiet, second thoughts
while I laid in bed dreaming of
the old times, the old times,
old times when the fresh tree
looked like it was screaming and
dreaming of reaching the highest
heights, when God put his power
into the tree making it feel it
could reach infinity. Had no
thoughts then that eternity was
the ground. Calmly I lie in bed.
Every once in a while I gaze out
on ground in the backyard and see
tiny slivers of dried branches
waiting to be consumed by an earth
that has not spoken to me in all
these years. I am beginning to
listen to it. I am beginning to
hear its peace as I feel, feel
deep within my young soul, that
the old lady is consumed, yet she
is still smiling with her reddened
face, and it is alive and growing
with a glow that flashes knowledge.
I TALK TO MYSELP
I talk to myselkf
....
I as a man spitup fractionst;this
man weeps like a computerthats dying.
My hairdo is flatter,my chance of error
more as years pass into minuteseconds.
Crasheddsmokedand smoldering lsowly, no
wishes, goneare any purposes other than
breaths fogging flass gpanes inahouse.
Hate fate..as I skate whenn out late.
Italk to myuself
.....
Given overtoo ikons any squeal of
worth, I sag and moan like any hueman.
This man sflicks his years and hears
HIS f.ears, and gains weary bad luck
as Goddsuckson..IGain inches and ditchs.
I push, purse money and smile at crowds
because I do not know anyone anymmore.
Mite as well kno.many as much as 1.
Andtalkto mysuslef.
talkto mi self. Dont i?
PICTURES IN TIME
Two cars, one a van and one a sports car; pretty girl with a milk
moustache; Di dancing with John Travolta; a shadowy b&w of a
man with a past of tasting preadolescents; buildings in D.C.
looking like various but uncolored microchips; teenager staring
while online; gent
leman with expensive suit chatting on a cell phone; another car
slanted on the page being sold in this news mag; a STOP sign
with a least forty bullet holes; wrinkled old man with a sweaty
cowboy hat, rope, beard and blood blister on his chin;
cheerleaders screaming with cheap hose on fat legs; a dead gas
stationwith an old pump and a store front with a picture of the
Rocky Mountains peeling off; herd of steers; a snowy mountain
with cheap condos crowded on the treeless downward slopes;
nine barges being pushed in unison up the Mississippi; coal
miners in Mount Sto
rm, West Virginia; fat baby he
ld up high in mother’s hands a
s kites fly above her near the
Boardwalk; another car; fat pe
ople with their hands on their
hearts in front of a church; h
eavyweight with part of a torn
off ear; another known lady wi
th a milk moustache; GlaxoWell
come sells Imitrex Sumatriptan Succinate tablets to kill migraines;
headline on cover of ma
gazine with farm photo - A. M. E. R. I. C. A. -. The Inside Story !
