the day the farmers market of self-expression through the commodification of physical love is open
in the park down the street
i want to blame D.H. Lawrence
but i’ve never read any of his books and
haven’t got the slightest idea what they could about other than coming at the same time
Pete Beatty 
Passion, Banana Nutriment–passion is what Lawrence is about! That, and manliness, and such. {To be fair, while he can be utterly ridiculous, he can also be sublime, and his writing about sex and freedom deserve to be graded on a curve because that was a long, long time ago, sex-wise.)
Really, The Rainbow is very good, few qualifications needed.
LTS- i hear you in re DHL, i am not trying to hate. it’s hard to wriggle into the reading mindset i unfairly expect everyone to have when i write this gibberish but i would say that 99.4% of the accusations leveled in free verse here are not meant to be, you know, like sociolegally pursued. they’re just discrete photons of soul or whatever.