Old Sol rises up and finds me here— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
though I’ve abused the night
and wasted the best of my hours
unrepaired and pressing
for more than I can sustain.
The day breaks and I’m unworthy,
not risen, well slept, to be born again
but bedraggled and haunted by the hours past.
We’ve risen so often together
I running through the alleys and park trees
and Sol above the poles and steeples.
First flush, just we two, in the crisp morning air
through the sleeping parkland and dew laden grass
the cool air against sweat and muscles
you open it all up to me
again and again.
gallagher
jan 12 78
Archive for the ‘1978’ Category
1978-01-12
Thursday, January 12th, 19781978-01-24
Tuesday, January 24th, 1978college faces pass in a swirl— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
the semester’s just begun
I’m looking at the girls
how much clearer I see now
than I did when I began
the stories are plainly written
most I see and understand
I’m so sad to know I’m aging
I can’t indefinitely understand
I’m drifting from the college years
they sift away like sand
almost imposter, watcher, here
wanting to play again.
gallagher
jan 24, 78
CSULB
1978-01-30
Monday, January 30th, 1978 My self opinion has been independent
of what I do, not because of it.
Think of what they cannot take from you
your mind, your attitude, your health -
but very little else.
Age goes, love goes, success goes,
money goes, even health in the end,
though you tend the flame.
Then it's down to you
somewhere below your mind and attitude
(acid takes me to a timeless place)
then it's down to you,
and when death comes to knock
you have to give up even this.
Its all relative
every circle spins down
to the same center
its all relative.
gallagher
jan 30, 78
Acid tripping'
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —