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1975-01-17

Friday, January 17th, 1975

 

         Its hard to believe the beauty around me
           when its so rare and fine,
         calling me, my eyes water with want
           and my soul aches for the loss of it
         but my car won't start today
           and I've never got enough time
         to do all those mundane things
           this dusty smoggy LA life is full of.

 

         I don't know where the shining haired
           beautiful people are today,
              there's none in my mirror.
         Though, sometimes, when my car starts
           and I've got a dollar in my pocket
         I can convince my friends I might know something
           just to see their eyes begin to water....

 

                                 gallagher
                                 17 jan 75

 

 

 

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1975-01-25

Saturday, January 25th, 1975 
         LA visions, tonight, sobered me
           junior high hells of extortion and conformity.

         The teacher from college who couldn't believe it was real
           scared me with his stories ... all I want to do
           is get away from the edge of the city's sore.

         He goes to the school every day amazed ....
           He knows that, but for his tie, they'd rob him.

         He sees minds dying, pitifully smothered
           never having known clear perceptions.

         All of us, here, pushing to get to the top,
           somebody's got to fall.

         Best to forget them and move on
           and try not to look back
         not to hear the screams of those who pay
           for being born in the wrong place.

         We've got FM radio and shopping malls
           and a world that seldom borders on theirs.

         All we have to do is keep track of the edge of their world
           and keep moving, one step ahead of their cries.

                                    gallagher
                                    25 jan 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1975-01-29

Wednesday, January 29th, 1975 
         Some men study it all their days
           and die with the question on their lips
         Some men find it with a lightening clap of insight
           and some men track it with rulers and logic
              until, at last, they have its form.

         Some men look outside and see just the is-ness
           ...great jeweled clocks at play.

         Some men look inside at their creations
           and find madness along the way.

         Some give up and some, some go on without hope...
         And some, like humming birds hover,
           and watch the question turn on itself
         until their reality and thoughts weave like snakes
           in the navel of sweet mother reality.

                                 gallagher
                                 29 jan 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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