DAVID (lying there chewing in bed
a string knotted about his neck):
Ginger pleading
given over to His Friends
who choose for her everything
he would want them to do
Everything around in circles
and some things even seeming to
drying up on their sides
ROOMER:
Or slowly coming to grips
with being grabbed by the lips
DAVID:
Ginger thinking flies -
NURSE:
All green within
DAVID:
- Ginger seeing flies take off
just to land -
NURSE:
All pale with go
DAVID:
- on her wholewheat baby body -
NURSE:
A whistling echo
DAVID:
- an isolated thread
tied to face blood
Some socialist stationwagon solution
DOCTOR:
Mastering whims in the meadow
or in hotels next to men
who own them
packed so tightly in their skins
ROOMER:
Hear the crowd to words
Feel the arrogance to solutions
scream the loss in situations
DAVID:
Ginger bites them
to isolate qualities
before they got ignored
She'd close her eyes
while opening up the door
and waste no costly muscles guessing
by biting anyone on the bathroom floor
THERAPIST:
Day after day after day
DAVID:
Making dogs
NURSE I:
E pluribus unum
DAVID:
Making do
NURSE II:
E pluribus unum
NURSE I:
E pluribus unum
NURSE II:
E pluribus unum
DAVID:
Making money
NURSE I:
E pluribus unum
'orchestra'
Little pony soldier
for whom time
is the mind of the universe
backing up to park on him
DAVID:
Selling nude photographs
of Joe DiMagio.