What will these days bring— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
on the edge of my life?
Will I ever find myself
so deeply in another again?
I press away, for these days,
running down my life like some rat
trying to ferret out my happiness
and the secrets of my purpose
Today I’m going to look deep inside
and fly into my secret rooms.
gallagher
22 mar 78 – just before an acid trip.
Archive for the ‘Years’ Category
1978-03-22
Wednesday, March 22nd, 19781978-03-30 30 mar 78
Thursday, March 30th, 197830 mar 78— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Sudden end of love
she found us mingled in the aftermath of passion
and it nearly killed us all
broken glass, broken bed, broken heart
when they left
and left me to clean up
The moment’s past and I could feel a node
had gone down
history resettled, fortunes changed
and all of who I was altered
tomorrow’s an unknown again
Rose likely will not speak to me again
Kathy left our initial encounter amid flying glass
and Kim called and departed, unfulfilled
and, for me, tomorrow waits
to see what they’ll all make of this
No help in the morning, my loans are called in
and some months will be needed to heal us all
if anything can.
gallagher
30 mar 78
1978-04-04
Tuesday, April 4th, 1978My feelings walk inside me like a man with a hammer— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
The year of thirty must be by far the strangest one yet
Joe’s gone, his room says over his leavings,
and Rose and the house are harder to bear each day.
Soon the last shreds of her love will be torn
and the last of my security flown away
Its an ache to be there and yet I’ll probably always return
for Danny
I dreamed Bob the night before I met him
and when he arrived I felt prophesy on my shoulder.
And, tonight, when Rose told me
he wasn’t going to San Francisco
and that he’d been asking her out behind Nona’s back,
my dream came to reality.
“I’m seeing Rory”, she said, and I smiled…
I like Rory and he can’t make me insecure
Sorting photographs … cleaning the garage
talking, with control, to Bob and Nona,
eating Rose’s chicken and feeling this hammer.
I’m going to be alone again soon as I’ve not been
in a long long time
and on none of my fantasy girls can I rest
until this hammer has spent itself
I pray thee, thirty, move on.
gallagher
04 apr 78