ECONOMIC CRISIS
                  buy low
                       stay high

the son shouts and death reluctantly undresses

        Nothing drums
                                        Exceptionalism

                                         like             suppressing it
                                                silence breathes
                                                shouts stone
                                                owns the sun
                                                settles eternity: the dust
                                                                                                spins an exception
              our faithless refine
                                       salute
                                                        corpses blocking keyholes
                                                                                                seven times
 mine
                                  superinfancy
                                                           anger’s angels
                                                                                      pull hair--
       finger heaven
                                  p.s. infinity
                                  plugged with puddles

MOTHER OF A TRILLION ORGASMS

Holy Margaret Sanger
Patron Saint of Orgasm

who first freed sexual pleasure
from association
with reproduction’

before birth control
how many million women
died in childbed

how many husbands became
“the blandly unconscious
murderers of those they loved
and had pledged themselves
to protect”

murdered by the urges  
of loving husbands

        for George Schneeman 1934-2009

Thinking about George in
January in California
The sinking sun lights a few late
Streamers of cloud with faint blooms
Like the distant inklings of
All one remembers

Goodbye Andrew Wyeth,
Thanks for the crippled Girl
Crawling through the weeds
Etched on to our collective Jungian attic-
Why didn't you buy her a wheel chair,
You know you should have.
Cheapshit.

THE FIFTHS
SCHERZO FOR A ROAD MOVIE
(for two voices, his in roman characters, hers in italics)

any secrets can keep to infinity
as long as they aren't my own

Christmas Eve of the New Depression year

someone else entirely
who doesn’t mind
being
dead
or over there

cher chez la femme
behind the house is a woman
nothing is behind the house
I am the house & twice as safe

or take Italian cinema
red wine & guns, space & money--
every day when the sun comes up
I dress in my potbellied two-tit stove