Grapejuice asked me to explain the poem so I will copy and paste that email here so you can appreciate the subtleties of the dialectic
I wrote it off the top of my head in about five minutes first thing in the morning but what I think I might be is
A capsule is a drug which activates and spends our surplus
but is also the narcotic properties of poetry, here linked to the pastoral, both giving us a weightless quality in which we can come out of our bodies and become what we see, eg, the dandelion floating in the breeze, the real on in the real pasture, and the one in the poem, which reminds us of a star and of other weightless things like the wind in petticoats which again, like the pastoral, gestures humourously to the archaism of poetry as form and discourse.
Hairy wrist is the Father, the disciplinarian, the school teacher, the headmaster the reality principal.
Stop looking out the window of the imagination stop daydreaming
We are concerned with the letter of the law, your books
He then becomes a ranting revolutionary laughed at by his wife ALP who also is concerned with a letter and reminds us of the primacy of the vision, the ideal, the shining light we orient ourselves towards
That the imagination is in fact primary and animates the whole.
There's a sex bit The vale of Beulah terminal sewer is Blake meets Burroughs it's the erotic wonderland frictionless, lubricated polymorphous perverse
and some nods to love poetry Romeo and Juliet John Donne and how that tradition becomes pop song
Now be very serious