I want to make sure
when it comes time for my accounting
that I've lived it as I should have,
no regrets;
otherwise it just makes no sense.
All afternoon, the afternoon past.
Armchair scholar of my life,
I astride my poems and memories
sifting ... looking for me.
Years gone by here again
those weeks and months
when I loved Sharon Freeman so deeply
and Maxine finally saved me from ruin.
And in the afternoon I finally called Maxine
and found out how she was.
gallagher
jan 30, 78
Acid tripping'
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —