What will these days bring— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
on the edge of my life?
Will I ever find myself
so deeply in another again?
I press away, for these days,
running down my life like some rat
trying to ferret out my happiness
and the secrets of my purpose
Today I’m going to look deep inside
and fly into my secret rooms.
gallagher
22 mar 78 – just before an acid trip.
Archive for the ‘Lucy’s Diamonds’ Category
1978-03-22
Wednesday, March 22nd, 19781978-07-21
Friday, July 21st, 1978Vancouver, no city of light at 1 am— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
the country’s poorer … the eskimos and indians
fill the bars
No one’s pretty…desolation on so many faces
prostitutes…everyone is an enemy to them, walk the streets
the glitter facade, the trash behind
I stumbled into a bar where everyone
looked asiatic and bitter
long black stringy hair
dumpy women wearing sunglasses
Did we come here, Kathi and I, to play in this town?
it looks as if everyone with nothing is here
driving junk cars and losing…losing
The fine hotels rise amid the circus-circus bars
and the sidewalk girls
The streets are roamed by men-boys out to find manhood
walking in bravado pairs or shambling alone
into desolation and some more alcohol to get it right
or kill the lack
conquer a shabby woman…fight the barroom brawl
talk with drunken gusto…drink away the truths.
gallagher
21 july 78 – 1st nite in Vancouver
1978-09-03
Sunday, September 3rd, 1978 Sensuous sister of mine,
how I wish you'd flown with me.
Now that the evenings come winding down,
I think of what I could've shown you
if you'd have trusted me.
Steppenwolf's dream is not so far away
as eight hours and an open mind.
Senses open to a wind so fine
you'd think that your soul is going to
burn up in the fire.
Its so easy then ... you just let go ...
but I, whispering from here and you there,
how will you ever know?
You've given me your time and love
again and again until sunrise
but we've never journeyed half so far
as we could have here.
I'm not going to steal your soul
but I'll show you mine
in a light you've never seen
my sweet sister.
gallagher
09-03-78 - poem to kathy a.
written at the end of
an acid trip I'd wanted
her to join me on
long beach
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —