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1977-07-09

Saturday, July 9th, 1977 

         What's the cause, that I should think of leaving her?
           My eyes and heart, daily, pressing her and Danny away...
         Its here in my dreams that I've held all these years
           dreams held against all the waiting and poverty of school.
         I've been naive thinking that an education
           could separate me from our carnivorous reality.
         Its fighting at all levels in the under thickets of success
           and the dreamers and the weak are the fodder here.
         Its no wonder, then, that I look askance at my love;
           its easier, at thirty,
           than seeing myself as a dreaming fool.
         I don't love how much less I am than the dreams I held
           but I can't press her away because she does.

                                          gallagher
                                          9 July 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1977-08-29

Monday, August 29th, 1977 

            Walking on pins and needles, I'm receding.
            Tense all day, I'm sure I must be bleeding.
            So thin...
              walking on the edge
                 of falling into bad times....

            Eggs shell smiles, eyes boring in.
            I'm uptight, my cover's getting thin.
            So hard to...
              keep keeping on
                 when I think I'm losing in love....

                                 gallagher
                                 29 August 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1977-08-30

Tuesday, August 30th, 1977 

         Its raining pain
           and there's nothing I can do but take it.
              let it ache and wait.
         I'm twisting for relief
           empty mind, thinking mind
              waiting for this bad dream to pass
                 and beginning to know it won't.
         I can't imagine what my nights are going to be like
           for the next 3 or 4 months
              coming home to aching arc-lite rooms
                 waiting for salvation to call on the phone
                    and extend the agony of parting again.
         So many empty rooms in my mind and heart
           to confront me when I close my eyes.
              And all the hours will wait empty for love's presence
                 and all the things I own will whisper to me
                    'she washed me, she resented me, she fixed me.'
         Relentless pain with no promise of relief.

                                 gallagher
                                 30 Aug 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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