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1977-10-02

Sunday, October 2nd, 1977 

         ever lasting conjunction
         we walk through each other and melt
         into the next moment
         we wait, on the move,
         form ourselves and change
         all in anticipation
         that something will come of it
         the weeks and months and years
         are the backdrop to this now
         which we ever wait for
         surely there must be more ....
         Godot once told me this story
         but I had lent my ear to Gautama
         who was giving away poses
         to pass the waiting, with a smile.

                           gallagher
                           10-02-77

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1977-10-20

Thursday, October 20th, 1977 

         Seven years ago today I got out of the service
         and I can remember, like it was yesterday.
         Rose and I, driving north through central Texas,
         eating the fried chicken she'd made for the trip.
         We were going to Barry and Carol's in New Mexico,
         we were going to L.A. to visit,
         we were going to Eureka to live and go to school.
         Freedom on that day from four years of service,
         I was walking tall.
         Now I'm here in a laboratory,
         looking out at Palos Verdes
         and its like a time jump from there to here.
         How did I come to be here and where did Eureka go?
         What became of all my dreams of freedom
         and why are Rose and I living apart now?

                                 gallagher
                                 20 Oct 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1977-11-03 Helen

Thursday, November 3rd, 1977 
 
                          Helen

            Not much to say ... we just smiled
            no explanations for our passion
            she told me a long story
            about a Korean soap opera
            and between riots of orgasmic laughter
            I loved it.

            Her eyes from half way round the world
            are Asiatic brown, hooded
            against the Mongol winds
            windows into someone else
            with no need to explain.

            with all the culture of the east
            she enters into our spaces
            and waits for the tides to roll
            and when she leaves again
            its without drag or remorse.

            She shares what's free
            and asks for nothing more
            our passions and smiles are enough.

                           gallagher
                           11-03-77 - about helen k.
                           long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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