Archive for the ‘1983’ Category

1983-09-13

Tuesday, September 13th, 1983

“I’ve felt that too.” … an empty gesture

We celebrate that two or more could come here
as validation of the paths we’re on

At a pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey party
we congratulate those we bump into

Comparing notes on how to burn time in paradise.

gallagher
13 september 83 – Irvine


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-09-26

Monday, September 26th, 1983

This moment … this moment
maybe, when we find ourselves at some moment
jangled, disoriented and squirming
reaching for some composure to embrace

maybe its the result of letting go
in some previous moment, hours or days ago
when in some state of bliss we fell unconscious
to awake here, adrift, trying to connect again.

gallagher
26 september 83
irvine,ca


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-09-27 Flight or Fight

Tuesday, September 27th, 1983

Flight or Fight

We’re used to the idea of biochemical cycles; homeostatic mechanisms.
For example, the manic-depressive swing
or the insulin-sugar dance.

But I, sometimes, think I feel another cycle;
one that I wonder if it could’ve been
the cause of my mother’s alcoholism
or what Mary Berringer’s doctor calls depression.

What I feel is not depression, as I think of it;
that helpless, who gives a shit, who wants to move feeling
of being utterly down and defeated.

It’s more of a state of hovering, rising anxiety
that comes on so slowly
that you never knew it began.

I suspect the flight-or-fight response is the cause;
the balance between the sympathetic and parasympathetic
sides of the central nervous system.

I feel my muscles, like my anxiety, as a tight presence
that lingers outside of my consciousness.
A subliminal background against which my
foreground thoughts play.

And, playing all unawares, they assume responsibilities
for my state of general discomfort.
As if cause must be found in the thought
contents of the mind.

But, upon reflection; separating the background from the foreground
I find the only new factor, here,
is this insidious pervading sense of tense anxiety
that’s risen in me, unbidden.

gallagher
27 september 83
Orangetree


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —