Archive for the ‘1984’ Category

1984-03-01

Thursday, March 1st, 1984

I see myself talking
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

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-04-04

Wednesday, April 4th, 1984

I fall into my poetry, sometimes,
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

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-04-10

Tuesday, April 10th, 1984

Whenever I go away from her
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

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —