Some ladies just leave a hole— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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.
gallagher
3 mar 78
Archive for March, 1978
1978-03-03
Friday, March 3rd, 19781978-03-13 The ides again
Monday, March 13th, 1978The ides again— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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.
gallagher
mar 13, 78
1978-03-18
Saturday, March 18th, 1978Brown 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.
gallagher
18 mar 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —