The Poetry Of...
Dan Gallik..........................................................
The False Perspectives of Science And Youth
Kant was talking to me the other day,
You do know that knowledge is impossible?
I said, no I don't remember you telling
Me that. He responds, I did. I remember
I told you just after you broke it off
With my daughter. I cried, I am a skeptic.
I don't remember you saying anything to me
After I said bye to your oldest. Immanuel
Laughed, thought and memories are bubbles.
Your inflated ego will burst if I tell you
The exact instance I revealed to you truths.
I thought for a good minute, and said,
I guess you are right. I don't want to hear
The truth. I still love your child. I
Had good sex with her. But that's another
Scientist on another time. Right? Kant
Guffawed and quickly said, yes, your humor
I will miss. But not your big penis. Or
That immense ego. I smiled and quipped,
I would rather hear music than your messages.
He got up, left, and echoed as he walked
Down the long hallway, you and your pretty
Fellow young men are as infinite as a void.
Ipso facto is your creed. God, your only
Helper in the essence of essences you try
To reach for as you float along in your rich
Worlds of love, sex, and more love and sex.
Words to you are nothing but keys to locks.
The Inflammation And
Perforation Within Shakiness
Here in this neighborhood is this woman
Who mistook her son for sonic boom. She
Held her ears with her hands, screamed,
Then went inside her house to call
The Air Force. This was near Reno, NV
Just after the second World War. Her
Lady friend knocked on the door. Boomer
As she became known, never answered.
The cops were summoned, knocked, no one
Answered, so, they burst in. Happened that
Her son was sleeping and she came upon him,
Yelled at him (he kept sleeping), grasped
His ball bat. And pounded his head into
The dirty bed sheets. Then, she went to
Call the cops to report the boom. And
Died at the phone before she spoke - -
Of a disease the coroner proclaimed was
Diverticular dyslepsia, or in laymen's
Terms- boomitis. Her hubby, who was
At his job at Wal-Mart (he welcomed all
Customers and sent a cart their way) said,
Mom has had bouts of this before. She
Usually just spit up and cussed at our son,
And then ate a peach and barfed on pictures
Of jets. I am sorry that she died. But
It might have done her a world of good.
But my son- damn, he was a good boy.
Knew how to talk to us about the meaning
Of life, and how God would take care
Of all of us living or dead afore He died.
Permanence Rather Than
Change Is Native to Objects
Of Thought
Mike said to his wife, thought
Is false. Don't think about it
Because it won't happen. Sweet
Sue was thinking about babies
Again. He continued, thought is
Flux and can be nothing solid.
Hon, I used to be a prof, I know
These things. Couched ideas are
Strict illusions. We tried for
A baby once. It did not happen.
Honest. Sue started to tear up.
I thought we had a baby. But
Then put it up for adoption. Is
That what you remember about it?
Remember back in the fifties?
Mike got stern, nothing happened
Of the sort. We tried. We tried.
Nothing came to fruition. Sure,
You got fat. But that was fat.
Sweet Sue got desperate, said she
Had to go to Kmart. Mike said,
No more. No more walking around
The kid's clothes. No more buying
Pajamas. Sue got the keys to
The family car and walked out.
Mike came up behind her and hit
Her. Hit her hard on the back
Of the head. She fell down in
The driveway. No one around this
Subdivision called the police.
This had happened before. They
All knew the story. The couple
Was old. So old that sorrow
Had become a dying tale. Mike
Pulled her back into the house.
But the story wasn't exhausted
Book by Dan Gallik "A Story Of Dumb Fate"...Story told in first person. Billy is a child with multiple
disabilities who lives near Cleveland in a section called Buckeye in the fifties.
Billy has a difficult childhood as he is changed from school to school and is
poorly educated by some tough teachers. His parents, George and Ann, are
blue-collar folks with their own problems - alcoholism, cheating, and poor
jobs. The boy is in the middle of a large family - Georgie, Maisie, and twin
brothers Stanley and Casimir (Cazie). The tempered feeling within the family
is the strong shall survive as the weak ones are allowed to dig out from their
own problems in their lower class existence. Billy wants you to think that the ending is not a bad one. He thinks that is the way fate is supposed to be.
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