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1978-05-22

Dennis — Mon, 22 May 1978 08:00:00 +0000

               Did you know you smile in
                     your sleep?
               You must be having good dreams
               I wonder if I am there - -
                     no matter,
               for now, I am content with being
                     your reality.
               You make me run-through-the
               sprinkler-on-a-hot-day happy.
               Like a playful breeze you've
               blown ever-so-gently across
               my life.
               You cool me,
                  refresh me,
                     gentle me
               I know you'll blow away,
                              but wait,
               Please wait,
                  at least until the heat has passed.
                              Kathi K.
                              05-22-78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-05-23

Dennis — Tue, 23 May 1978 08:02:00 +0000

            and when the dust had settled
               she realized she was still in kansas
            and God but its hard to stay in kansas
                  after you've been to oz
                              Kathi K.
                              05-23-78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-05-24

Dennis — Wed, 24 May 1978 08:02:00 +0000

   but as for me
   my dreams are in the west, where only ocean breezes blow
               and the breeze of your
                  sweet breath across my
                        bare skin
                                          and that is real.
   in my state beats the relentless heat of suppression
   and there are no immigration laws that say you can't live here
                                                save those you make.
   and as for me
   this is my first trip here
   and I've returned not alone, but with the wine and passion
   burning deep inside me.
   and if i see the emerald city in your cool eyes,
            i may be forgiven --
                                 i always did like emerald
                                                better than jade.
                              Kathi K.
                              05-24-78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-07-18

Dennis — Tue, 18 Jul 1978 08:00:00 +0000

      When you look into me
            you are Columbus and i am America
            you are Marco Polo and i am China
      Your eyes are your ship
            and with them you ride
            the deep oceans of my soul.
      and you discover me and seek my treasure
            and you find
                           the gold that is my heart
                     and the silk that is my spirit
                     and the jewels that are my thoughts
                     and the diamonds that are my tears
                           and sometimes my laughter
      Come, brave explorer
      for there is still much to discover
      Come take the treasure of my being
      for you have planted your flag
            upon my heart
         and all that lies within
                                    is yours
                                       for the journey
------
      Sweet Man-child
      your wide-eyed innocence fills my heart
      your trust in life, tho from the start
                        she left you
               left you with so few warm places
               left you a searcher for kind faces
               left you a seeker of soft embraces
      When will you grow
         when will you know
               that she won't hold you?
                           Kathi K.
                           07-18-78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-08-29

Dennis — Tue, 29 Aug 1978 08:04:00 +0000

         To: Dennis Gallagher
         So much to tell you
         Dear Diary
         And yet --- My life runs in circles
         and spirals
         Sometimes forwards
         Sometimes at a standstill
         OH TIME: tell me
         Is it yet?
         Is he the ONE
         With whom I can settle?
         Put down more roots?
         Here is a woman
         Vital and loving
         Who will want her children?
         To spend TIME with.
         The gamble is the mystery
         and the solution is
               LIFE
                     Helen O'flarety
                     29 aug, 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-09-17

Dennis — Sun, 17 Sep 1978 08:00:00 +0000

               Coping with my disease
                  is hard enough for me alone
               yet I seem to inflict my pain
                  on others who don't deserve it.
               Sitting up in the middle of the night,
                  trying desperately to sort me out
               is an exhausting process.
                  Even medication cannot keep me forever.
               He sleeps in there - I can't disturb him
                  God, -  will you hold my hand
               through this night?
                  can you tell me about my tomorrows?
               Why is just living hard for me?
                  I am at the border of society
               always peeking in but never "normal"
                  he calls me hyper and wild.
               I have been reading his poetry.
                  He knows me well for such a short knowing:
               Am I that transparent.
                  Why, God, is change so difficult?
               These episodes of pain are wearying
                  why am I so reactive to events
               that in the perspective of time
                  are so insignificant?
                                 Helen O'flarety
                                 September 17, 78
                                 written at my apartment

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-09-17

Dennis — Sun, 17 Sep 1978 08:02:00 +0000

            This love is so new ---
            on a rose, a drop of dew
            that needs protection
            from scrutinization
            This love makes me spin.
            That line is so thin
            that I'm walking
            I feel like balling.
            This love is so strong ---
            who knows if it will last long?
            I can't shut out the past,
            but I ask:  can it last?
            This love brought on a new light,
            so strong I stay up the night ---
            wondering if it fits me,
            knowing I want and need thee.
            You question as vehemently as I.
            Your questions raise me high.
            And I dash me down ---
            am I but a clown?
            Please give me time, my love,
            nothing else to think of ---
            it may be a fantasy of mine,
            but I hope to make it reality in line.
                              Helen O'flarity
                              september 17, 78
                              written at my apartment

1978-10-29

Dennis — Sun, 29 Oct 1978 08:00:00 +0000

                     When you're new at this
                     GAME
                     Telling sane from insane
                     The older ones light
                     and feast on the
                     INGENUES.
                     Please tell me
                     WHERE I am and
                     HOW DO I STAND
                     on this whirling
                     stage I'm on.
                     Dr. Who didn't have
                     THE ANSWER
                     Do you?.
                              Helen O'flarety
                              Oct 29, 78

1978-11-13 To Dennis Gallagher

Dennis — Mon, 13 Nov 1978 08:00:00 +0000

                        To Dennis Gallagher
                  "Is he really gone?", she asked,
                  wondering if that was really the
                  question.
                  "No, I'm here.", he said,
                  though he knew he was elsewhere.
                  "I can't find you!"
                  She was getting worried and upset.
                  But she held onto herself.
                  "Where did you go?", she asked,
                  knowing she wouldn't like the
                  ANSWER.
                  "Nowhere.", he said,
                  thinking a lie would cover up.
                  "I don't believe you!"
                  she went away knowing that
                  was the best and only move.
                  She didn't know, but it didn't
                  MATTER.
                  She still cared and loved.
                  He lied, but it didn't make a
                  DIFFERENCE
                  He still loved and cared.
                              Helen O'flarerty
                              Nov 13, 78

1978-11-25 To the Irishman

Dennis — Sat, 25 Nov 1978 08:00:00 +0000

                        To the Irishman
            In you
            I see green
            When I'm with you
            Evergreen on the stereo
            Love everywhere
            and harmony
            and disaster but sweet
            victory
            The agony of winter
            and frost on windows
            snow in the air
            and on my ground.
                              Helen O'Flarerty
                              25 Nov 78