Archive for the ‘Irvine’ Category

1984-01-31

Tuesday, January 31st, 1984

This evening waits against my empty heart.
It’s come to rest… footsteps die away.
Motors drone and light bulbs blaze of ice.
I’m alone and all up against myself.

The silence claws, begs me… for relief.
A letter’s started, dies, for nothing’s brief.

I willed to face it, the neon aching time,
without distractions, to edge up to some line.

gallagher
31 jan 84
irvine


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-02-01

Wednesday, February 1st, 1984

         Why do we struggle so...
           we who are just indefinite moments
              of indistinct clarity.

          Small perceptions astride eternal purpose
           fragments of evolution's imagination
              minor reflections in the ocean of her.
  
         Unable to stop her birth pangs
           we live as froth from her caldron's brew
              and live and die...beneath her swell.

         We who have only to create ourselves
           and our progeny here
              where the sun's excess showers us.

         Here, close to the flame
           where entropy run reversed
              here...we search for our name.

                                       gallagher
                                       01 feb 84
                                       Irvine

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-03-01

Thursday, March 1st, 1984

I see myself talking
with my heart open
attempting to cut through
the insanity and bullshit.
why, I don’t understand,
but I seem to have some gift
to make people understand.
I’m wrestling loosely with it now
but I want to get more focus.
Its not enough to just talk
but I don’t want to build a system.
waiting is… waiting is.
The gift shines, my heart pounds
I’ll grope my way, if I can
God willing.

gallagher
01 mar 84
Irvine

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —