Archive for the ‘Years’ Category

1985-12-29

Sunday, December 29th, 1985

Poetry and reflection come for almost anything today
except Rose.

if emotional insecurity is
at the center of my problems
then she is the diamond
in the navel of it.

That I love her and need her
is to say I breath.

Life is nearly unimaginable
without her
at the center of my world.

Everything else has been transient
save her constant love.

gallagher
29 dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1986-01-02

Thursday, January 2nd, 1986

Softly … come softly … come the rain
in grays and blues.
The winter’s wind, the closed out sky.

I’m here … waiting … for the rain,
I’ve been here for years
waiting for this season to wash me clean.

Somewhere … beyond the rain
lies Leningrad and Mexico City,
Vancouver and Australia.

Time to let the rain wash me away
from these people and places
that tie me down in a changing world.

I want to be a Buddha or a Saint
or a madman … I want to be something
no more waiting and rusting in the rain.

Such faces and turmoil …
cultures and insights
wait for me … alone.

gallagher
2 Jan 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1986-01-12

Sunday, January 12th, 1986

The way a guy attacks his worklist
shows if he’s work
or pleasure oriented.

gallagher
12 Jan 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —