Ok, so bear with me for a moment...(this isn't meant as a criticism)
Perhaps it's because this is one of the longest poems of yours, thus allowing me to fully experience the sensation, but it struck me that on occasion i feel like i'm trying to understand (connect/get it/click?) through binoculars - the see-saw back and forth of the focus wheel, did i just...? was that...? as things blur in and out of focus.
As above, this is not a criticism - I don't believe it is the job of the writer to lay everything out for the reader, I think it's more rewarding when you've involved yourself in something by having to think about it. I guess author's are a bit like the people that set crossword puzzles (wait for it) if you do the same puzzle, put together by the same person for a period of time then you start to get into their head and be able to read the clues that much easier. Even at this point I am pretty much guaranteed at least one moment of complete synchronicity reading your work (that also often ties in with everything after it hitting sharp focus), this time it was:
The women I jump through hoops and juggle for
Are artistic, intelligent
Looking for a gorilla to brutalize them
Give me thirty years and five thousand beers and we’ll talk, sweetheart
which is just smack me in the face brilliant (it's impact actually accentuated by the fact that what preceeded it was eluding me
) and from there on it seemed to shuffle itself into order and run like dominoes.
I also think your point about the live performance aspect is particularly apt here - I can very easily see these taking on a whole new life in that arena.
Looking forward to the next one.