I 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
Archive for 1978
1978-05-17
Wednesday, May 17th, 19781978-05-18 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
1978-05-18
Thursday, May 18th, 1978Crazy life, getting a lot of it these days— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
summer’s coming’, lovers too…its a fantasy done
in emotional pastels
Rose and I…drifted apart…
still some love in our eyes,
its easy…when we don’t hassle
how could I not love her…how?
New people, eyes and hands and time…
the sunlight and the plants…the music
these days that bear the passage of time…well
Ah, I’m dreamin’ away…some Siddartha…midway
down the midway of my dreams
passion and freight trains running all night.
Danny…Danny’s eyes growing up…we talk
I feel it, my bond to this boy, our flesh
and its OK…its good to be his father
time will walk me down sometime
to the end of these dream days
and unfold others for me to learn from.
but they’re all the same…mine
fly me now, self, into this song
chord days…ring me…and ring me well.
gallagher
18 may 78