How easily the evening rises up to meet me— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
and exploded warm in my stomach
senses coming alive … forms beginning to fall away
I’m getting high
what’s there to say
…I’m going to fly.
gallagher
14 oct 78 – LSD
Archive for October, 1978
1978-10-14
Saturday, October 14th, 19781978-10-17
Tuesday, October 17th, 1978San Pedro’s empty, the day’s as gray as ice— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
friends departed…the feeling’s not nice
Kathy’s gone from Nichols now my lunch times lonely
I didn’t realize how her presence in a nearby room
had lent the air of caring to this harbor’s gloom
real beyond titles and real beyond roles
we could feel our emotions and touch and be friends
she had her problems and I, mine…
confusions and wantings…we crossed society’s lines
and if last names carried stories, our first names were fine
we never carried expectations beyond the easy times
time conspires, the winter unwinds itself
the lines to friends grow distant and fine
some node born of autumn in the shorter day’s winds
is drawing me straight thru it
my current conjunction of sins
gallagher
1 oct 78
1978-10-21
Saturday, October 21st, 1978Changing days, like breaking waves— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
wait for our futures to rearrange
and I am speechless amid this play
easy love gone and here again today
I may hold to my mind
all the logic and strength I can feel
and though the trees wave
and the sunlight seems so real
its not what I think that matters
but simply what I feel
It’s love and days here that rearrange
and outside its just a play
an when all the things that are real pass away
what is the realist to do
with his clear perceptions?
gallagher
21 oct 78