I see myself talking— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
with my heart open
attempting to cut through
the insanity and bullshit.
why, I don’t understand,
but I seem to have some gift
to make people understand.
I’m wrestling loosely with it now
but I want to get more focus.
Its not enough to just talk
but I don’t want to build a system.
waiting is… waiting is.
The gift shines, my heart pounds
I’ll grope my way, if I can
God willing.
gallagher
01 mar 84
Irvine
Archive for the ‘1984’ Category
1984-03-01
Thursday, March 1st, 19841984-04-04
Wednesday, April 4th, 1984I fall into my poetry, sometimes,— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
like a dancer falls into the music
or an artist into his medium
It sweeps me
self-fulfilling creativity
passion and feelings
bound in the form of words
Exploding memories and convictions
and the realization
that I am going to share it all
someday.
gallagher
04 apr 84
Irvine
1984-04-10
Tuesday, April 10th, 1984Whenever I go away from her— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
I ache from the sudden emptiness
where someone was.
She’s a slowly growing storm
an echo of childhood friends
and a future memory…growing warm.
She touched me once…
sudden compression of feeling there
like acres of skin
beneath a momentary tear
gallagher
10 apr 84
Irvine, CA