How dry the leaves and empty— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
my first winter into the thirties
I could disappear without contact
be a person lost without love.
I’ve told Rose I won’t come back now
and the winter starts to blow,
I’ve told Rose I’d love to see her
but when she moves I know
she’ll take her summer laughter with her
and leave me here to grow.
She’ll take my love and son then
and leave me here to know
how dry the leaves…and empty
when the winter winds begin to blow
and alone and empty I am
as I begin to know…
But I chose these winter empty stomach days
and I chose the waiting for my life’s new phase
and lead me to the summer sunshine
where I’m bound to go.
gallagher
feb 25, 78
Archive for February, 1978
1978-02-25
Saturday, February 25th, 19781978-02-27
Monday, February 27th, 1978Sultry, like the musician in the movie Steppenwolf— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
feeling on that subverbal frequency, Carlos,
full bore and gripping everyone’s awareness.
people can feel it, just feel it.
liquid awareness, presence, laughing and serious
immediate
Carmen’s another like him
one days its me, another its her
‘Hi, what’s happening…’, we both know…
strong lady, she’s got presence
blowing’ everyone away and catchin’ flak for it
straight arrow vision
feeling, like a shock wave, natural
I like her, I’m afraid of her
I like the test she is
so much better than the empty people
the pastry people, the dying people
in between moments of her life
she sells me wine
in between moments of mine
I see her.
gallagher
27 feb 78