Two PoemsLove’s Distance Approximated
How many more the glowering light fieldssince you were a girl, Toby? We know what it’s like
to one plus one but what to call that qualiaanimating the housing, exhibiting prowess
if the mind is to be thought of as soup? Remember
before the operation the ovation they gave herjust for standing up. They established a turn-of-the-
century rat sure but which century
which turn? Partly it was to be an argument againstthe soul. Small wonder it waxes against any pool
with feeling. Could be how the house fell apart when
she fell out of the picture. Dummy gunmen lodged in towershad described us as practice from the start?
Music for a Difficult Story
At dawn the pulp of one lived instant dragged overScenery and torn stands fixed where peasants of
The Fifth Production Division had stood at broken
Conveyors, 1958, lifting boxes into furnaces
By hand, ashes blown over faces on blanks in
The news where hidden lights now collect and
Pour from a night sky in movement If you were here
The smoke-filled elegy wouldn’t be a factory for
The hand to transcend, shoot the last unlit pixel
On the set, 640 cut free stumps per frame