Because I couldn't find it online and it should be here somewhere:

Sonnet LII

It is a human universe: & I
is a correspondent      The innocence of childhood
is not genuine      it shines forth from the faces
The poem upon the page is as massive as Anne’s thighs
Belly to hot belly we have laid
                        baffling combustions
are everywhere       graying the faces of virgins
aching to be fucked      we fondle their snatches
and O, I am afraid!      The poem upon the page
will not kneel      for everything comes to it
gratuitously      like Gertrude Stein to Radcliffe
Gus Cannon to say “I called myself Banjo Joe!”
O wet kisses, death on earth, lovely fucking in the poem
      upon the page,
you have kept up with the times, and I am glad!








Ted Berrigan