This evening waits against my empty heart.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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
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1984-01-31
Tuesday, January 31st, 19841984-02-01
Wednesday, February 1st, 1984Why 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, 1984I see myself talking— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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