Courtesy dictates that the student
director must exact a finger
in praise of the superb jacuzzi
when framing a ***** shot
in starkly black and white
and idyllic plastery chinatown
kneedeep in mud
where the damask and incense
induces migraines
and mighty conniptions of the eye
and feverish lines delivered in heat.

Curating a medicine cabinet requires just such courtesy, such exactitude,
a rare emotional alignment
with Thomas Edison and Madmen,
a dogged belief in the usefulness
of ordinary things.