Two Poems
August Kleinzahler, 25 July 2002
Imagine in all the debris of space The countless trade names
Jugurtha Tuwolomne Chert-Farms
Some of these belong to you Can you tell which ones Each has its own sequence of microtones Together they make up a kind of tune Your tune The ceiling and walls are star maps Breathing, alive Those aren’t stars, darling That’s your nervous system Nanna didn’t...