These days are passing now— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
wine and dreams…
Kathy and her life and mine
what’s to be said for her dreams
or mine.
Does it mean anything, …we’ve touched…
that I’ve shared her mind and body and hours
I feel our time and our changings
she’s getting more real
the ground begins to show beneath it all
She’s riding on the edge of something bad
her life and her health are
thinner than the wind
And I can feel her there
her eyes that haunt me so
and the feelings in her life
Its like dust…it could blow away
and I wonder what it means
or what to say….
gallagher
30 apr 78
Archive for 1978
1978-04-30
Sunday, April 30th, 19781978-04-30
Sunday, April 30th, 1978She bad dreamin … she must be— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
life can’t be so bad
she’s cryin everyday and getting thinner
I think she could lose it
and not think her life worth the pain anymore.
What is it that love unbinds in us
that only love can fix again…
She’s unraveling…her cheekbones and fingers
bear witness to it
her love has flown away
and now there’s nothing but the days
she waits for my return
and she won’t let it end
she tears her heart out again and again
to pass each aching day
and when I hold her and feel the pain
nothing eases…nothing goes away
she tries so hard not to say it
she tries to accept it my way
but she can’t stand it
and she drives me farther away
I can keep Danny and become celibate
but I can’t give my life away to the old ‘us’
its mine, but she can’t deal with it that way
her pain cuts deeper day by day
I feel it…Danny feels it
Rose’s heart is breaking…
what can I say… what can I say….
gallagher
apr 30, 78
1978-05-08
Monday, May 8th, 1978Cast in confusion, the afternoon’s illusion— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
gives way to the rest of my days
small window in time, this hour and rhythm
how easily lost our our lives
Kathy and Rose and Nichols…how it grows
the afternoon sun warmed over all
but its an empty gut feel
its too thin or too real
and the afternoon cries at my eyes
Come clearer my life, let me see let me feel
I need something to hold that is real
flesh is weak, hearts are frail
work’s a trap…ego’s jail
and I’m left with nothing but old Sol
The bench was warm, the sun felt good
I’d wanted love but our hearts were wood
I thought I’d swore
I’d never need anyone
The afternoon won’t relent (recant)
work waits inside though passion’s spent
but Sol has the answer to my tears,
let me lie ‘beneath your hand
press the earth…motherland
and let it all, let it all, fade away….
gallagher
8 may 78