I see her clearer all the time— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
she looks and judges quickly
and her judgments have large components
made from her emotional needs and biases
which she, of course, cannot see
because of her lack of the fair witness
and introspection
She announces how it is and then speaks loudly
in an attempt to dominate the situation
and drive home her view
and its all so illogical to start with
She says, ‘Yes, I believe it, prove me wrong!’
and I’m always left tearing her structures down
self-defensively …
she never starts from unbiased ground
And now she wants me to let her back in, emotionally
and even as she pledges recalitrance and submissivness
she drives her illogical a priori views home
like emotional wedges and never sees
her lack of logic or due process.
gallagher
2 September 78
Archive for the ‘Years’ Category
1978-09-02
Saturday, September 2nd, 19781978-09-03
Sunday, September 3rd, 1978 Sensuous sister of mine,
how I wish you'd flown with me.
Now that the evenings come winding down,
I think of what I could've shown you
if you'd have trusted me.
Steppenwolf's dream is not so far away
as eight hours and an open mind.
Senses open to a wind so fine
you'd think that your soul is going to
burn up in the fire.
Its so easy then ... you just let go ...
but I, whispering from here and you there,
how will you ever know?
You've given me your time and love
again and again until sunrise
but we've never journeyed half so far
as we could have here.
I'm not going to steal your soul
but I'll show you mine
in a light you've never seen
my sweet sister.
gallagher
09-03-78 - poem to kathy a.
written at the end of
an acid trip I'd wanted
her to join me on
long beach
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1978-09-03
Sunday, September 3rd, 1978 Dreams of the Shaman again tonight
power for the giving
I preserve my dreams against the tide
but what of the people in my life?
Do I toy with them so cruelly
I don't want to ... I just want to grow
as big as my dreams ... or fall trying.
She asked me to leave these many months
and now she'd call me due
but I won't give into these old ways.
I ache inside for her need
but mine runs a deeper course
and tonight ... I hear Helen on the wind
and all my questions tensed
before realities brief facades.
Sanity or no, convention or not,
is it a space I can live with?
And will her need
give me the time to find out.
gallagher
03 september 78 - LSD
references to Helen O'flarity
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —