I must need help…I understand so little of what I’m doing— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
pressed by my fear I’ll call her and beg some of her time
and she knows me so well she doesn’t want to let me near
and then, with just a little of her love in my pocket,
I’m out to rape and pillage the world
I’m not sure at all I can change enough
to be trusted with her love
and yet I lack the courage not to beg her love to stay
why am I this way…was I weak and let temptation in…
these women I think I need so…
I’m their toy when they’ve got THEIR love’s love in their pocket
My mirrors, they; myself from another view
they tear me now as I once tore Beverly.
I’m split but I’m not so split that I can’t take a side
is it Dennis who’s afraid of being alone
or Dennis who’s struggling, nobly, to be independent
Is it Dennis who’s realizing love’s the only key
or Dennis who’s just caught up in physical maya?
I used to strive to be of one cloth for mental health
but then I gave into another side thinking I could still control
but those others become you…until you, as you were, are no more
for you become what you do and the doing splits lives…
splits you.
gallagher
23 may 78
Archive for the ‘Years’ Category
1978-05-23
Tuesday, May 23rd, 19781978-05-23
Tuesday, May 23rd, 1978So empty some mornings, in the aftermath of passion and non-commitments— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
a sophisticated dance of strangers on high wires
between the honesties and our self-preservations
sometimes, sometimes I wake up wondering …
Kathy’s slumbering passion makes a boy of me at times
but at other times her eyes fail to trust me
and so we pass in and out of the spaces
where we make contact
I said to her that I would melt her down
until she could let me see her soul
and I ache, sometimes, for just how close I’ve passed her
just behind her skin … just behind her eyes.
gallagher
05-23-78 – about kathy a.
long beach
1978-05-24
Wednesday, May 24th, 1978I been to Kansas and I’ve seen the wind blow— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
And I’ve seen the weary eyed people, smiling, pack up and go
bound for Oz … ever Eastward easy dream …
That they can leave the Kansas dust behind them
is easy … so it seems
But I’ve found the days wait relentless here
I’ve come back too many times …
to the morning after empty days
with the wine and passion burned out.
We can go to Oz together and hide from that Kansas wind
but when we return its always alone
To the state we left our life in.
gallagher
Long Beach – Kathi K.
05-24-78