Archive for November, 1977

1977-11-03 Helen

Thursday, November 3rd, 1977

            Not much to say ... we just smiled
            no explanations for our passion
            she told me a long story
            about a Korean soap opera
            and between riots of orgasmic laughter
            I loved it.

            Her eyes from half way round the world
            are Asiatic brown, hooded
            against the Mongol winds
            windows into someone else
            with no need to explain.

            with all the culture of the east
            she enters into our spaces
            and waits for the tides to roll
            and when she leaves again
            its without drag or remorse.

            She shares what's free
            and asks for nothing more
            our passions and smiles are enough.

                           11-03-77 - about helen k.
                           long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Saturday, November 5th, 1977
           Saturday morning...rain coming down
            what do I feel here
            inevitable hurt mixed with centeredness?

            Rose grows and I'm hurt
            but why...Suzanne and Lee and Helen's lives
            all press mine.

            The rain loves me no matter what...
            page days turning me;
            lover, friend, husband, loser, and winner.

                              5 Nov 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Sunday, November 6th, 1977

            Conjunction, for weeks growing
            and I could suddenly scream from the press of it
            washed clean of all I called mundane
            pilgrim to a madness I cannot name
            I'm here and growing
            wash me life, with your joy and pain
            and leave me stumbling, dumb,
            if you must, once again.

                                 6 Nov 77

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —