Sonnets for Tom Clark
(in recognition of his kindness)
1.
In The Early Morning Rain
To my family & friends “Hello”
And money. With something inside us we float up
On this electric chair each breath nearer the last
Now is spinning
Seven thousand feet over / The American Midwest
Gus walks up under the arb-light as far as the first person
The part that goes over the fence last
And down in a green forest ravine near to “her”
Winds in the stratosphere
Apologize to the malcontents
Downstairs. The black bag & the wise man may be found
in the brain-room.
what sky out there Take it away
& it’s off
one foot
is expressing itself as continuum
the other, sock
2.
Tomorrow. I need to kill
Blank mind part Confusions of the cloth
White snow whirls everywhere. Across the fields
in the sky the
Soft, loose
stars swarm. Nature makes my teeth “to hurt”
shivering now on 32nd street in my face & in my head
does Bobby Dylan ever come around here? listen
it’s alive where exposed nerve jangles
& I looming over Jap’s American flag
In Public, In Private The Sky Pilot In No-Man’s-Land
The World Number 14 is tipsy as pinballs on the ocean
We are bored through......through......through with our professionalism
Outside her
Windows
