The parking space the cold blood pressure cuff
Stocking the pantry browsing your local listings
Maintaining the expansive lawn
We need more data
We always need more data
To offer up to the voracious calculation
Whose trickling intercessions might avail
When the slack symptoms act up
Both of them gallop through the passageway
A sadistic horror
A psychotic nightmare
Smug sarcastic and invidious
Arcade of stones and wilted daffodils
Half hidden like stars in the smog
Like stars in the glare of the suburb
Skedaddling like bugs when you turn on the light
With a rhythm complex or merely confused
Like the snow on a nonexistent channel during the 60s
Upon which the perceptual apparatus
Imposes a spurious pattern
To the edges distant indistinct and mostly theoretical
What men or women or gods
Or indeterminate or inanimate objects are these
What nonontological entities lacking all qualities
Laid out as on a horizontal plane
Torturing with tittering hints
That something lies beyond