"Romantic lovers require from each other at least the facade
of reason: The desire to be what romantic love makes us
appear in the other's eyes. We want to imagine we are
deserving of the love we inspire." ~Maggie Gallagher
We've been slow dancing—
romancing in a seductive prelude
Wooed by the cravings in our eyes
hypnotized in amorous flirt
Asserting glances sparked by embers
remembrances of a burning fire
Desire— the remnants of heated passion
Fashioned whispers, calling our names
claiming our hearts to beat as one
none has requited or sated
Abated our harvest of love yet to reap
Deep and lonely had been our nights
Blighted from cold and empty arms
Palm to palm we feast on each other
smothered by longing— a sense of belonging
Talk of an Oasis feud is over,
Brit-pop the corks for the supernova,
fair play to those Burnage boys,
tour dates set to make some noise,
they'll walk in sunshine, champagne and clover.
Gallagher, likewise in the front row. Green
melon astringent holds bodily form. Flesh
seems harmless lying on the butcher’s table.
Rank and file juiced up for the battle. “Wizard-
of-Odd” holds high, like Thor, his “Sledge-O-Matic.”
weird Gallagher couple was so intertwined, my dear friends
we could not tell where one started or the other one ends.
their faces were entangled, their freckles and noses in a blur.
to distinguish who is who, a nuclear bomb would have had to occur.
Nikki Haley, Sean Spicer,
Trey Goudy, Richard Grenell,
Sean Hannity, Bill O'Reilly,
Glenn Beck, Sarah Palin,
Rick Santorum, Tucker Carlson,
Rupert Murdoch, Kimberly Guilfoyle,
Ed Rollins, Eric Trump,
Ivanka Trump, Donald Trump, Jr,
Brian Kilmeade, Laura Ingraham,
Dan Bongino, Raymond Arroyo,
Steve Hilton, Kayleigh McEnany,
Maria Bartiromo, John Gibson,
Andrew Gilligan, Steven Milloy,
Karl Rove, Bill Shine,
Eric Bolling, Ed Henry,
Jared Kushner, Tomi Lahren,
Alan Dershowitz, Elizabeth McDonald,
Stuart Varney, Dagen McDowell,
David Asman, Gregg Jarrett,
Ashley Webster, Jason Chaffetz,
Candace Owens, Bo Dietl,
Judy Slater, Greg Gutfeld,
Steve Doocy, Harris Faulkner,
Dana Perino, Mark Steyn,
Leo Terrell, Jeanine Piro,
Dean Cain, Scott Brown,
Charles Payne, Jay Sekulow,
Lou Dobbs, Rick Scott,
Trace Gallagher, Newsmax,
OAN and Real America.
My lady sits at the water front alone, pondering her day.
I sit on my steed, guarding her counsel, in every way.
Across the water is the town where her subjects live.
I am one of them, they call me Sir Gallagher T. Bone Bive.
Puffy undeveloped clouds surround the moon peeking through.
I glance at my lady, wondering if she knows why or who.
We are waiting for, in this creepy watery almost grave.
I would like to get to the pub, but I am her knight, not a knave.
So I sit here patiently, feeling creepy under this sordid sky.
As she looks in the distance, and I have no inkling why.
Is it Sir Larry? Is that who she is waiting for tonight?
I hope not, for I know he went home with my sister, Delight.
Gallagher never expected a heavenly welcome
For he was not religious, nor spiritual.
He thought dead was well,
Dead.
His death was unexpected, he was young,
Invincible, not anywhere near death
Until it came and got him
Two weeks past his twenty-second birthday
A loud angry horn blasted.
His eyes popped awake
In time to see the semi barreling down on his car
It might have been better if he had stayed asleep
He woke up in a field but felt exhausted
So returned to his sleeping place.
Many angels surrounded him but he did not know it
He was unaware
When he was ready, he followed his instincts
Into a wilderness of a forest
There were violets and mushrooms
The smells were heavenly
At the end of the walk someone took his hand
It was Jesus; this amazed him
I never believed, he said.
Yes, you always did, Jesus reminded him.
so we were cautious
I mean every single time we had to stop to pee
we checked it,
it was good -
and then when we did pull over, we pulled over –
(we had the opportunity pretty much to get a super 8 motel)
we were like, ok we got
this many hours
were gonna get up were gonna shower
and get back in the car by
this time
and we. did!
We got up man,
we had to put all our food bins back in,
we showered we got everything
ya know all the coolers
downstairs
and it was crazy hot, like a hundred an fifteen degrees
with high humidity!
so as soon as we got everything into the car
we were already sweatin’ our butts off -
like ugh just keep goin…
It was a great time
until we got to Oklahoma,
and then it got to be a straight-up Gallagher adventure from there man.
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