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1977-10-20

Thursday, October 20th, 1977 

         Seven years ago today I got out of the service
         and I can remember, like it was yesterday.
         Rose and I, driving north through central Texas,
         eating the fried chicken she'd made for the trip.
         We were going to Barry and Carol's in New Mexico,
         we were going to L.A. to visit,
         we were going to Eureka to live and go to school.
         Freedom on that day from four years of service,
         I was walking tall.
         Now I'm here in a laboratory,
         looking out at Palos Verdes
         and its like a time jump from there to here.
         How did I come to be here and where did Eureka go?
         What became of all my dreams of freedom
         and why are Rose and I living apart now?

                                 gallagher
                                 20 Oct 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1977-11-03 Helen

Thursday, November 3rd, 1977 
 
                          Helen

            Not much to say ... we just smiled
            no explanations for our passion
            she told me a long story
            about a Korean soap opera
            and between riots of orgasmic laughter
            I loved it.

            Her eyes from half way round the world
            are Asiatic brown, hooded
            against the Mongol winds
            windows into someone else
            with no need to explain.

            with all the culture of the east
            she enters into our spaces
            and waits for the tides to roll
            and when she leaves again
            its without drag or remorse.

            She shares what's free
            and asks for nothing more
            our passions and smiles are enough.

                           gallagher
                           11-03-77 - about helen k.
                           long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1977-11-05

Saturday, November 5th, 1977 
 
           Saturday morning...rain coming down
            what do I feel here
            inevitable hurt mixed with centeredness?

            Rose grows and I'm hurt
            but why...Suzanne and Lee and Helen's lives
            all press mine.

            The rain loves me no matter what...
            page days turning me;
            lover, friend, husband, loser, and winner.

                              gallagher
                              5 Nov 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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