How easily the evening rises up to meet me— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
and exploded warm in my stomach
senses coming alive … forms beginning to fall away
I’m getting high
what’s there to say
…I’m going to fly.
gallagher
14 oct 78 – LSD
Archive for the ‘Lucy’s Diamonds’ Category
1978-10-14
Saturday, October 14th, 19781979-09-13
Thursday, September 13th, 1979How strange that Kathy brought it home— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
to me today tripping on acid, Helen … Helen
in perspective … Helen explainable … Helen real
and now magical … Helen intact.
All my work to shed roles and avoid subjective
artifice struggling so against habits and training
to leave my heritage behind me and I found
waiting on the same station platform when I arrived,
Helen. Helen, stripped of all the same
by reason of biochemical insanity, there at the same
juncture. One stripped by volition and one by
insanity .. we recognized our kin
no matter how we had come there.
gallagher
13 sep 79
1979-09-13
Thursday, September 13th, 1979Roles … too long we’ve been tangled up in roles.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Masculine, feminine, woman, man, interlocked,
symbiotic, fragile and unreal.
Unreal outside of our embraces
and the ego treasures we both carried off.
Today, with acid whispering in my ear I looked
at this … us.
I’m not comfortable outside our enclaves…
what is there of us
if we stop our male/females dances?
Clear eyed, we considered it and, hopefully,
opened a deeper way.
Consciousness, let us break our role chains.
gallagher
13 sep 79