Constant Roaring of the Jet Planes*

The Constant Roaring of the Jet Planes

The constant roaring of the jet planes
deep inside my mind
fighter jets in boxer shorts
jumbo jets with elephantine trunks flailing about in the upper
stratosphere
Concordes with grapes spilling out the nose

The airport
becomes the circus
with the tumblers and the clowns
revving up their engines
down interior runways
not quite cleared
for flight.

Straight jacketed attendants
treat the inmates with solicitude
asylums in San Francisco
in New York
In Seattle
In Boise
Opening themselves to the best stressed GQ men

The sky embracing all
white cloud story-tellers
writing history
every moment
Sun sets
sunrise
delivering or saving
man
to or from the darkness.

One man stands alone
watching
dressed in old jeans
denim shirt
prison garb
of his own making.