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1975-03-09

Sunday, March 9th, 1975 
      What wonderland jungle is this that I've chose
      in exchange for the loving nearness of Rose
         Ween yourself, I said with distain,
         depart from love, go learn about pain
      walk, open hearted, into the melee
      and see if compassion can survive being free
         none of the rewards are worth what you leave
         and yet you'll go on and not be deceived
      that love is more than a rest from the pain
      a moment's respite from your spiritual game
         but windows and doors here open in from the side
         I'm full of longings and lusts I'd deny
      and this spiritual trip is not all of the truth
      for there's ego and passions on the loose
         and I don't know where all these things will lead
         to madness, peace or the death of my need
      but I do know that I've been hearing too long
      the sleeping of my brothers lulled by love's song....

                                 gallagher
                                 9 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1975-03-12 For the nurses

Wednesday, March 12th, 1975 
                       For the nurses

            Such cynicism scares me
              for the more cynicism grows on you
                 the less chance you have to meet someone
                    sensitive enough to love you as you'd wish.
                 because the sensitive ones can't bear the mistrust
                    and the ones who can...
                       bear nothing but lust.

                                       gallagher
                                       12 mar 75
                                       csulb

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1975-03-23 Phones and Showers

Sunday, March 23rd, 1975 
                       Phones and Showers
         Gut churned morning
           when I wake and all bets are off
         Cathy said I needed a big hurt
           and Rose obliged the next day.

         "It all just happened", Dennis,
           "He touched me like I usually don't let you
           so I could prove what
           I seldom let you prove to me;
           that I'm desirable.
           But its OK, it was just
           comforting he gave me,
           somehow, it seemed, then, I needed it,
           for your best wasn't good enough."

         No faith when I needed you, but, you're right,
           I was trying to separate us easily
           and play at a bit of machismo too
         and you called my bluff.

         Thank you, I think...
           I'd forgotten how hard
         those single games could get
           but now I should make it;
              no one could possibly kick me
                 that hard again.

                              gallagher
                              23 Mar 75
                              Buena Park

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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