Archive for March, 1978


Friday, March 3rd, 1978

Some ladies just leave a hole
once they’ve passed thru
I’ll never free myself
from their memories

I miss them like a child
some level of sanity shock
they gave me, I needed it
and still do

Diane, Carol, Suzanne, Kathy
all left me remembering
their reality

How can I replace
Diane’s electric feelings and contradictions
or Carol’s intelligence and clear mind
or Suzanne’s psychic eyes
or Kathy`s poise and efficiency?

I want those realities, new or old
everything else is a game of forms
shock me with depth, life,
I’m not afraid to dare, try me.

3 mar 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-03-13 The ides again

Monday, March 13th, 1978

The ides again

Brittle days these
between my lives, dying
her cries tear at me
and some days my own loneliness
mocks me.
I feel her pain,
the pain of love ripping out
by the roots.
Today I wake empty
and feel alone all day.
I want to be held,
and earlier line haunts me…
‘What wonderland jungle is this that I’ve chose
in exchange for the loving nearness of Rose.’
Today, I want to lean on someone
but Rose is packing her love away
and I can’t pay her price.

mar 13, 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Saturday, March 18th, 1978

Brown eyes I can feel …
when her eyes meet mine
my secret smiles begin to burn
and I can’t remember the last time
I felt someone so much … without touching
I smile until I have to break for sanity
from these brown eyes, so real.

18 mar 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —