Thomas Fink


Hay(na)ku / Box Sequence 1

Under   
steeple immunity, 
a pox tailor 
greases 
blistered lures, 
whitening protestant potential 
ward, 
to cull 
arson propers: gall 
enough 
for releasing 
cub squall vox 
equal 
to tribute, 
slur, and duel. 
 
 
Does the crowing evil pacify or passivate its 
singe? Ve-                            hemence                          
may leak                          into honor-   
ing its                               target.
Headstrong                           factions     
are not                                easily 
finessed                              into  a   
ballroom,                                then 
twisted                                  into 
allies                                against 
the popular misery.   So lend me your blanket
 
 
order 
diva. That 
underbudgeted chorus of 
ironed 
tigers has 
ignited its own 
 
 
props, 
and the 
big cleanup will 
come 
out of 
many sore pockets. 

 
 
 
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