1985-12-29

               Kathy’s love and friendship
               helped me to see
               that the deepest problem here
               is our emotional insecurities.
               It cuts through the heart
               of everything else.
               It is the stage
               upon which we stand
               imagining we are free.
               This world … so full of activity
               is so full of lies ….
               The truth is … we don’t want
               to be alone
               and … we don’t want to die.
               Everything else
               just a furious dance
               to cloud the issue
               and to deny the ever present
               potential for pain
               and annihilation here.
                                 gallagher
                                 29 dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-12-29

            Last night I went to the restaurant
            to see Lise again.
            With some cocaine courage
            and Kathy’s company waiting for me
            I went once more to confront
            what was ending between us.
            And it ended, finally….
            As it had to; from her side.
            She and Anthony
            made commitments in Mexico over Christmas
            and so, my fears and strengths
            and tolerances
            no longer enter into it.
            I have nothing to try to handle…
            anymore.
            She thought she would make it into 1986
            in my poetry.
            Perhaps… we’re two days short…
            she may be a footnote.
            This thing has finally ended
            and I’m grateful.
                                 gallagher
                                 29 dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-12-29

         Thank you …
           but who.
         Kathy’s love and friendship
           last night
              and this morning?
         Rose and her family and my boys
           and these days I’ve spent
              in Seattle and Portland?
         Lise and her commitment to Anthony
           and the cord of hope
              it finally cut within me?
         Someone or something has healed me,
           for this moment.
         1985 draws to a close this Sunday afternoon.
         With Lise gone to Mexico
           with Anthony and his children.
         With Kathy gone to spend New Years
           with John in the Valley
         And with Rose and my boys a thousand miles
           away in foggy Seattle.
         The rain falls softly on the water here.
           And a white and mottled gray
           fill the overcast sky.
         A cup of tea at my elbow
            as I listen to Sting
            hoping that the Russians
            love their children too.
         Some beast in me now lies sleeping.
           And some small peace
           knows my name….
                              gallagher
                              29 dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-12-29

            Poetry and reflection come for almost anything today
            except Rose.
            if emotional insecurity is
            at the center of my problems
            then she is the diamond
            in the navel of it.
            That I love her and need her
            is to say I breath.
            Life is nearly unimaginable
            without her
            at the center of my world.
            Everything else has been transient
            save her constant love.
                                    gallagher
                                    29 dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

This entry was posted on Sunday, December 29th, 1985 at 00:05 and is filed under 1985, Rose. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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