They seem so discreet …— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
each moment from the other
the times we lay loving
and, with sweat glistening skins, pressing
are so far from the moments when we talk
and from the moments we gaze with love
Where are all of these … when we meet
for just a moment … between moments …
that we’ve touched and lost the world
does it matter … when the neon hours
come to claim us?
How can it be so disconnected …
I almost wonder if Pincheon and Vonnegut
are right … time is discontinuous
to those whose eyes
burnt all the veils away
Can deja vu be, perhaps, just other moments
passing us … pressing us
does it matter that we’ve touched
before or after ….
gallagher
17 may 78
Archive for May, 1978
1978-05-17
Wednesday, May 17th, 19781978-05-17
Wednesday, May 17th, 1978I fell into her eyes, as I always do— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
but her level of candor wasn’t as deep.
I love to touch her
and I crave her smiling eyes
but she rarely speaks from her guts
Its considered, its parceled out
sometimes its evasive
and sometimes its just downright
unfelt social politeness
I wonder what she thinks she has to lose
if she spoke her heart now and changed it
in five minutes it would be more real
than this tap-dancing to confusion.
Nothings sure, nothings certain…
so who do we confuse?
perhaps she’s me as I was to Beverly
maybe I’ve something to learn here.
gallagher
may 17, 78
1978-05-18 KK
Thursday, May 18th, 1978KK— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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