Living crazier day by day— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
sometimes I wonder if I’ll be swept away
could my fortunes drop me off some edge
I feel the wind sometimes from that precipice
Its not a plan, I’m just staggering now
riding the crest of a good job
and my health
and knowing it for luck and youth
thinking I’ll get used to living alone
and writing poems like these
Rose would have me still
but I can’t find it in me
to give up this quest…
I want to squeeze life
until it reveals why it drives me so
and I’m not sure what I’m after
my youth’s passions will fade
and my lovers eyes will jade
our bodies grow old
and our careers peak
will this questing flame be so strong later
when love’s far behind me
and these illusions fallen away
I clutch it to me
perhaps just a small mirror of my ego
and I gamble everything away
day by day
gallagher
apr 5, 78
Archive for the ‘Years’ Category
1978-04-05
Wednesday, April 5th, 19781978-04-05
Wednesday, April 5th, 1978Its so different between here and there.
just a dream two memories share.
and I remember from the other place
that her eyes and lips have pressed my face.
Its not easy to see her here,
amid the phones and the business air,
and sometimes we smile and say nothing much.
its empty and far…so far from touch.
Ah, but I remember where…remember where…
In the soft light I can see her eyes
looking at mine thru our impassioned highs
and her pursed lips waiting, dusky soft and square
like a crushed rose that cries for love’s repair
Yes, this comeS to me here, in the office now,
thru this glass wall amid the computer’s howl
that my soul has touched her’s in flight
and all these bright hours only await the night.
gallagher
05 apr 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1978-04-06
Thursday, April 6th, 1978I hear the freight train running thru my soul— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
and something in me cries out to be whole
come find me, love
I’m waiting these days for a woman to come for me
and look at me into the back of my soul
I’ve seen glimpses of her in many people
but never once whole
She’ll have eyes that will make me lose the ground
and candor until I’ll cry for the beauty of her truthfulness
and strength and clear eyes
And, more than anything else,
she’ll love herself, simply and completely.
gallagher
06 apr 78