for Jennifer Moxley

I'd die for this as surely as I live for it
knowing now you have to bear the poor quips
to know you don't like them I'll be your Russian
subversive I'll be your future enemy cost
wonting I will go into the auctionhouse and emerge
a hunger artist I will go into your bed and
come out the sheets all white sheikh of southern coasts
I will go up far north to make eight millimeter
movies with barnum & bailey soundtracks fiesta
in faded Levi's I am the edge of the sea I am
the brink of the desert the prickly cactus and
your song for Keats letters light in air reflect the faces
of New England kites the foliage wrecked in the cleft
of little breathing machines I am the plastics
you influenced to adulthood