Smalltown Agonist

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