Ending day— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
We talked away the end of the sun’s fade
the room grew dark and her eyes grew grey
she told me that I should leave …
there was nothing…
nothing more to say.
I can’t believe its ended now;
all the years still linger with me, somehow.
The rooms … and the houses and the faces
all the months and the places.
All my lies and untruths have come back to me now
its a hard bitter thing, to see.
gallagher
15 may, 78
Archive for 1978
1978-05-15 Ending day
Monday, May 15th, 19781978-05-15
Monday, May 15th, 1978I wonder where the little boy in me— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
will run to hide his head now
whose warm skirts and tender embrace
will save me now when I can’t go on
I feel so all alone, an empty day
the sky so gray with clouds
love is gone and this emptiness
that’s killing me just won’t go away
I need someone to turn to
someone I can hold and be held by
Rose, I doubt I’ll ever be sorry
for all that I’ve done
but I’ll never like losing you
I don’t understand why I’m so pressed
to do what I do at such costs
treasure, love, escape from my hand
and leave me alone
and I’ll ache for you everyday
I’ll feel, inside of me, all your loss
the empty hole where the little boy waits
and waits… and waits…
gallagher
15 may 78 – long beach
1978-05-17
Wednesday, May 17th, 1978They 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