My pen comes to paper and meets the virgin linen— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
thoughts like birds swirl and plunge
pulling up and away before this white expanse.
Corridors passed, things glimpsed…
this year is that, some tentative bird,
the year without women.
Freddie gives up grass and then liquor
for a year each time to flex his control
and I, I lay patient before my life’s unfolding
and find myself without them… the women.
gallagher
5 Jan 84
Irvine, CA
Archive for the ‘Irvine’ Category
1984-01-05
Thursday, January 5th, 19841984-01-07
Saturday, January 7th, 1984That she can welcome me home— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
after tripping
with no more in her voice
than concern that I drive careful
says a lot
Like wood that weathers the winter
so whether we…
7 Jan 84
LSD with Freddie
Irvine, CA
1984-01-12
Thursday, January 12th, 1984Damn it! I’m getting tired of patience compassion and meditation.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
I want some lightning and thunder, some trauma and triumph.
I’m tired of being on hold.
Whatever it is I’m supposed to sort out isn’t coming to me
everyone’s deflecting; wishy-washy.
I exercise, I work, I wait and I read.
I love, I age, I lose myself for days at a time.
I want to put the hammer down NOW!
And say, ‘See me, confront me, deal with me’.
Wear me life, don’t just let me age away in a plastic bag.
gallagher
12 jan 84
Irvine, CA