Archive for the ‘Long Beach’ Category

1972-01-29 Rose II

Saturday, January 29th, 1972
                             Rose II
                  I find it in the reality of her
                  that when she looks on me
                  its a good place to be
                  and so I clove to her
                  that the me she saw
                  could be...
                                gallagher
                                 29 jan 72
                                 Long Beach - on mescaline

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1972-02-19 Someday

Saturday, February 19th, 1972
                          Someday
                 Someday, like now
            I will open these eyes
            and forget ever seeing before
                 as I soak the idenity of each thing
                 into myself
            as deeply as I can drink of it.
            On grass clouds I will walk
            beneath fire skies
                 and trees that talk
            into the churning malstrom
                 to feel my skin melt into the air
                 as I become free
                    becoming me.
                           gallagher
                           19 Feb 1972
                           Long Beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1972-02-23 The morning wind

Wednesday, February 23rd, 1972
                          The morning wind
            When the morning wind has come again
            to rattle my window pane
            and the morning fog to make
            the dream gray world the same
            the winter's chain it holds me
            in a house overseeing dead grass
               I lay by my lady, spoons cupped
               my arm around her
               breathing the cleaness of her hair
               dreaming...
            Of naked highways
            thru razor mountains
            of my aching muscles
            and eyes that squint in salt
            dreaming...of lust for my other lady
            who will wait for me
            when the season's turned.
               And I will go
               and stand above the tree line
               on some mountain's flank
               to be where only high contrails
               mar 2 billion years of natural selection
               and remembering indian thoughts
               I'll put my watch in my pocket.
            Two ladies love me in this life
            and I can give them neither all
            for while one lies enfolding me
            I hear the other's call.
                                    gallagher
                                    23 feb 72
                                    Long Beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —