Archive for June, 1984


Friday, June 1st, 1984

Mists of time around me, sweeping.
A lamp in the moving fog
of some greater darkness, I.
Impressions of progress and decay, fragmented
small glimmers of understanding
against the animal’s short run.
Film spliced, images racing, overlaid
in bursts of light and shadow.
But what cares the screen beneath.
We run unarmed, to battles unwinable
and our love’s the only comfort taken
and our small awarenesses
the only progress made.
Death and pain and dissolution and decay.
We are motes in the vortex of life’s sink.
Our children only a momentary reverse.
Come the mists and darkness, I wait …
weathered and drawn in animal skin
receptive to an unknown God.
Rose and Danny and Chris
and these lines on my face
and those on these papers I’ve traced
these are the only measures I can discern
of what I’ve wrought
in this time and mist and darkness.

1 jun 84
Irvine, CA

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Tuesday, June 5th, 1984

Learning is born of the fear of the unknown.

05 Jun 84

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Thursday, June 14th, 1984

Sometime when I hear the stories
of how people abuse themselves
and others

I just want to hug someone
and disappear down the well
of that feeling

And not return to here
where we make such a mess
of something as simple as love

Lise can feel that hug
and that’s what I treasure
in her

Like a note that makes you ache
to the bone
she can meet me there


14 june 84

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —