Archive for the ‘Kathi’ Category

1978-05-18 KK

Thursday, May 18th, 1978

KK

Unmoved by her candor, passion or maturity
my melancholy carried me thru

How, I wonder, can I share myself with another
when I’m so torn and confused and thin now…
jaded and pensive I said ‘yes’ to her
and showed myself once again

I’m empty … not much more left to share
Rose’s pain, has filled me up and emptied me
She’s gone, and all these others talk in vain

My confusion is so deep, my emptiness so wide
that my lover’s smiles can’t find me inside.

gallagher

05-18-78

Long Beach


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-05-22

Monday, May 22nd, 1978
               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 Oz

Tuesday, May 23rd, 1978

Oz

Poetic lady … Kansas and Oz …
two reflections of the same thing
in our eyes … changing life.
That you can sometimes change
from one to the other
what does it matter …
stand still and they will both blow by

I’m a little bitter or melancholy, perhaps
I’ve been pressing the Oz out of life so long now
that all I hear are the lonely rumblings
of my emotional freight trains running thru the nights
some coming … some going.
Their whistles scream “Oz” … “Oz”
their journeys always end in Kansas

Not too long ago
I thought I was better than conventional love
and I left the fireside to run for the trains, repeatedly
but now I doubt that I was up to it … love …
trains always drop you in Kansas
and Kansas ain’t much without firesides.

Gallagher

Long Beach thinking about Kathi K.

05-23-78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —