Kathi K.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Confusion’s growing, just where my senses said …
Her feelings, her children, her husband, her law school,
her passion, her family, herself, and me.
The lack of conscious choice leads us
and our honesty into ever narrower passages
I truly care for her and, if she were free, I would love her;
her mind, her passion, her company are excellent …
but so much reality … so many lives … many she loves
and all of whom need her love … stand in the way.
And she … she just wants to let it happen ‘naturally…’
She’s honest and naive in such proportions I cannot grasp her.
I feel it all short lived … too finely balanced …
if she continues in a hurry.
Her problems are much more complex than mine ever were
and her approach less cautious
My eyes get bigger as we continue … and I hold myself
for once she told me I judged her too soon … far too soon.
Events are running … time’s running … she’s moving
school’s starting … Nichol’s ending …
and now she wants to go to Colorado with me
and she tells Chuck after Chuck’s displayed jealousy towards me
and she wants to mix Amy and Danny when Danny knows
she’s a girlfriend of mine … Lord!…
And she talks good philosophy
and has passion as good as I’ve seen
and she’s easy to be with and likes me
Lord … look out world … just look out world.
gallagher
Long Beach – about Kathi K.
05-30-78
Archive for the ‘Years’ Category
1978-05-30 Kathi K.
Tuesday, May 30th, 19781978-05-31
Wednesday, May 31st, 1978 Petulant child-boy-man
your lovers come and go
your hours pass like leaves
you haunt them as well as yourself
honestly sharing the bits and pieces
you stand proud and vain
in awe of your own excesses
of sensual gratification and your lack
of true motivations or ideals
I feel the days slipping by
wine and passion blurs the scenes
the honesties and sharings are less real
we press each other amid the days
to prove again that we, they, are real
but evening draws on
and I tend to forget again
what its all about
I love them all so differently
but does it matter ... does it?
its just another way to pass the time
more pleasant than most, perhaps,
but with no more meaning
Love is just a motion
with out the soul's need
and loving just an act
without the passing of life's seed
Petulant and so confused I play without my heart
in this game where shadows bleed.
gallagher
31 may 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1978-06-06
Tuesday, June 6th, 1978You got the feeling that you know nothing— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
that the razor’s through you, deeply cutting
just another pass and you’ll begin to see the truth
Lord truth … Lord truth … come my way
At every juncture, truth divides us along the edge
and always, where we’re not one …
It seems I’ve been cutting myself down lately
and the ragged part that’s left is slowly losing
as these lovers and truths entwined unbind
will there be nothing left of me
when the razors had it time?
gallagher
06 jun 78