31 winters or, under, under gray skies— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
the winter is drawing like a hand around my heart
my feelings stopped thawing, begin to get hard
the winter sky crawling, the days growing cold
i’m tired of needing but compromise grows old
and i wish i could find warmth in somebody’s sun
and leave all our feelings between us, just get warm
its a cold life without love, a love of your own
and that old bitter compromise beckons me, beckons me home
i’ll put on my warm coat and wait, wait for the winter to go
and wait out the pain and the rain and feeling so low
i’m alone and its hard but i’ll make it if i try
i’ll get cold; heart of ice but i know i won’t die.
gallagher
30 oct 78
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1978-10-30 31 winters or, under, under gray skies
Monday, October 30th, 19781978-11-14
Tuesday, November 14th, 1978come find me here beneath the moon of wintertime— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
amid the press of feelings, all of them mine
the winter sun hangs like a ghost in time
another year … another year
i’m happy blank, the days run quietly by
i cherish skin, my need, and abhor the lies
up in my room beneath the winter’s icy blue
i scratch my thoughts on love
and the summer’s long remove
gallagher
14 nov 78
1978-11-15
Wednesday, November 15th, 1978My family’s wound envelopes me.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
I feel Danny’s need … as I remember my own years …
in lucid moments between the running days I remember him
and wonder how I can feel so strongly
and do so little for love.
Everyone seems to live simpler lives than I
rootless man living off many lives
and not having one of my own to share or claim
I wait for history’s wheels to spew me out
frantically waiting on Godot and wisdom to find me…
… spoiled child … karmic wastrel
Five minutes with Rose on the phone in anger
and my family’s wound envelopes me….
gallagher
15 nov 78