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1984-06-01

Friday, June 1st, 1984 
         Mists of time around me, sweeping.
           A lamp in the moving fog
              of some greater darkness, I.
         Impressions of progress and decay, fragmented
           small glimmers of understanding
              against the animal's short run.
         Film spliced, images racing, overlaid
           in bursts of light and shadow.
              But what cares the screen beneath.
         We run unarmed, to battles unwinable
           and our love's the only comfort taken
              and our small awarenesses
                 the only progress made.
         Death and pain and dissolution and decay.
           We are motes in the vortex of life's sink.
              Our children only a momentary reverse.
         Come the mists and darkness, I wait ...
           weathered and drawn in animal skin
              receptive to an unknown God.
         Rose and Danny and Chris
           and these lines on my face
              and those on these papers I've traced
         these are the only measures I can discern
           of what I've wrought
              in this time and mist and darkness.
                              gallagher
                              1 jun 84
                              Irvine, CA

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1984-06-14

Thursday, June 14th, 1984 

             Sometime when I hear the stories
             of how people abuse themselves
             and others
             I just want to hug someone
             and disappear down the well
             of that feeling
             And not return to here
             where we make such a mess
             of something as simple as love
             Lise can feel that hug
             and that’s what I treasure
             in her
             Like a note that makes you ache
             to the bone
             she can meet me there
                        gallagher
                        14 june 84

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1984-06-16

Saturday, June 16th, 1984 

        Lise came to dinner with me last night
          and I ignited like a bulb
        spirit glowed and our eyes echoed each other
        She spoke of twice she had felt deep evil
          much as Elmer had described long ago
        the musician played and enchanted me
          and I wrote a poem about Lise and I
        She came and we made love
          when John had retired
        and I learned much about her
          from her lovemaking
             and remembered Rose
        She slept as I read her friend Debbie’s poetry
          and then we made love again
        cardboard gestures trying to capture
          our spirit illuminations, …she left
        Risen to work and then lunch
          I was drawn to a node with Lynne
        and Dave came and was my catalyst
          later, as he suggested, I called Lynne
        and cleared my Karmic scoreboard
          and avoided lying to Rose
        Work was depressing so I came home
          and I finished Demian by Hesse
        and lay down and let myself float
          36… and 35’s gone,
             and I’m still unfocused
        youth’s gone and so, too, the excuse
          that I have much time to learn
        Cardboard lovers, lies, alcohol, dissipation
          memories of Canada and mountains and blue skies
        the wind from my patio
          blows cool and pensive.
                                 gallagher
                                 16 Jun 84
                                 Irvine, CA

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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