Archive for the ‘1975’ Category

1975-06-29

Sunday, June 29th, 1975
      Maya forms illuminate me
      each outlined in essence
      each two sided, all the story,
      all as empty as I, wondering.

            What silence fills the space between things.
            I'm alone where the walls creak and breath
            and the light shines as in a photograph
            and nothing moves but me.

      Distractions await my escape.
      The radio, lovers, the phone, a visit,
      food, drink, grass, reading...
      the fridge talks.

            My Rose, alone, turns, imagining me with Diana,
            confronting her fears,
            passing the hell I've given her,
            and learning pain is not as bad as fear.

      While I alone, confront this empty room
      and wait to hold her
      when this time is passed.

                                 gallagher
                                 29 jun 75

         MAYA - From the Sanskrit 'maya' ("magic").  The term is
            used in Indian philosophy to refer to the world as
            an appearance, somehow different from the reality.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-07-01

Tuesday, July 1st, 1975
         I can go to where the faces
           turn in and out of my life...
         A lover's parade for nothing
           but the experience of change.

         I could clutch after their beauty
           thru incredible passages
         of beginings and endings
           tasting of their essences...and absences
         of that poignant something
           inside of each of us.

         Til their faces would spin older
           and my years shorter
         until their essences had escaped them all
           from the absence of more
              than just passing faces.

                              gallagher
                              1 jul 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-07-03 After Diana on acid

Thursday, July 3rd, 1975
                    After Diana on acid

         That our spirits ran like water together
           and we were no more than our experience -
              is what I'm thinking sometime later.

         At some improbable junction
           between moving vans and long time compromises
         we walked through each other ghost to ghost
           and appeared again, unchanged.

         Its all too high priced and much too nice
           this mixing of friends and lovers, of fire and ice.
         Its more than our lives's fabric can bear
           that we could wear each other's hearts
              and the cloth not tear.

         My fire sign sister with the high maya price,
           you're very tempting, but the karma's not nice.

                                 gallagher
                                 3 July 75
         

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —