Bob Perelman, "Here 2"

I've been trying to get through this poem for several days. I keep getting stuck on the 4th line, "And then the market for stable meaning collapsed." This is Language Poetry Cliché #1: "joky metapoetic economic metaphor." I just can't get past this line, so this is going to be a thumbs down. I like Perleman's The Trouble With Genius quite a bit.