I been to Kansas and I’ve seen the wind blow— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
And I’ve seen the weary eyed people, smiling, pack up and go
bound for Oz … ever Eastward easy dream …
That they can leave the Kansas dust behind them
is easy … so it seems
But I’ve found the days wait relentless here
I’ve come back too many times …
to the morning after empty days
with the wine and passion burned out.
We can go to Oz together and hide from that Kansas wind
but when we return its always alone
To the state we left our life in.
gallagher
Long Beach – Kathi K.
05-24-78
Archive for the ‘1978’ Category
1978-05-24
Wednesday, May 24th, 19781978-05-24
Wednesday, May 24th, 1978 but as for me
my dreams are in the west, where only ocean breezes blow
and the breeze of your
sweet breath across my
bare skin
and that is real.
in my state beats the relentless heat of suppression
and there are no immigration laws that say you can't live here
save those you make.
and as for me
this is my first trip here
and I've returned not alone, but with the wine and passion
burning deep inside me.
and if i see the emerald city in your cool eyes,
i may be forgiven --
i always did like emerald
better than jade.
Kathi K.
05-24-78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1978-05-28
Sunday, May 28th, 1978Epic unbelievable…tonight— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Rose and I…one last gasp
and then walking…pulling a beer from the bag
came Margaret…”Hey, got another beer?”
Joel’s party…the people…the girls played
karma turned so hard all the moments became grist
Margaret and Nettie from Eureka
dropped in like some karmic thunderclap
Husband with lost dreams
face tired welfare mother
under the thumb of an unhappy macho biker
I told her to leave him and gave her a can of chili
Six dollars and some freeway directions
unbelievable…Unbelievable
I was the instrument on the very day
when I was in such pain
The highway will swallow them and my can of chili
and all I have are Nettie’s drawings…
and her mother’s look as if I’d given her
the way to life abundant…as if I…
agony of two live wounds touched…and gone
who can know the wheels…
who can know….
gallagher
28 may 78