ENTRY FOUR: TIMES
Photo by Bob Gentry ©2001
A Thought for Today
Love works best when we dont work at it.
To write about you isn't easy.
Compare it to a blind that on its spring flaps up to smash the window casing. To praise or
talk about you would do more injury than compliment.
Within my own heart's head, I remember sun in California, mid-Manhattan corridors and
hotel beds, a Sunday walk within Miami's mall. Island nights of fireflies and lightning.
Some pages in my diary are blotted or unused. Those must have been the happiest of times,
for who can jot down happiness when it is happening? Bad times? Sure.
Still in this year together I have never once considered life or lifetime to be anything
but synonymous with you.
"Coming Close To The Earth", 1977
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||Susan B. Anthony
o Harold Arlen o John Barrymore o Jeremy Bentham o Claire Bloom o Ron Cey o Chris Farley o James Forrestal o Matt Groening o Graham Hill o Harvey Korman o Jean Langlais o Hank Locklin o Melissa Manchester o Kevin McCarthy o Renee O'Connor o Sax Rohmer o Cesar Romero o James Schlesinger o Jane Seymour o Gale Sondergaard o Charles Tiffany o Alfred North
||The heart has its
How can we assume such easiness with each other and still
remain so insecure.
I love you enough to let you run, but far too much to let you
BEHAVIOR AT THE BEACH
||I try to keep
from pushing up against you
on the street
in public places
here at this hardly public beach,
even coming up behind you
softly, stealthily, when were at home.
Admittedly my effort
to put a hold on how I feel
is hardly any effort at all,
love has taken hold
of any sensibilities I had
or given me
so many senses of another kind
that even your embarrassment
at open fondling
that should be saved for privacy
fails to keep my hands
in even well-worn pockets.
the beach is filled
with people making love
and building several hundred
We say nothing.
There is no necessity for speech
but I roll over every twenty minutes
to rub you down with oil
against the sun,
til finally youre layered
like a channel swimmer
or a lacquer box in progress.
I doubt the sun will find its way
through so much petroleum.
The day done well go home
and youll be paler than an egg.
Did I really once perceive you
as a friend?
Oh you are, but so much more.
I hope my trusted friends
of long standing and seniority
will understand why Ive become
to them a missing person.
If they came upon me now
Im sure theyd find me certifiable
for any institution they could name.
Come into the water. Uncross
your fingers, I promise to behave,
besides youre slippery
as an overflowing lamp. Ill scrub
your back with cool, wet sand.
You can float head up, face down,
at your pleasure, supported by
my forearm steady underneath
You see, I can be counted on
to be good natured as a friend
and as a lover to behave.
- From "Looking For A Friend", 1980