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Thomas Fink



BIRDS DON’T KNOW ANY BETTER


                    than to be sucked 
             into jet                  engines. 
       In order                               not to 
    serve 
  lethal 
diversion, 
      the screen 
              dies when 
                        your tank 
                                gets  rum
                                       bling. Which 
                                                   bug  photo
                                                          graphed this? 
                                                             Apricots     
                                                              Falling
                                                             into  a 
                                                          triangle. 
                                                       A finger 
                                                     poking  out 
                                               of plaster.   2 guys 
                                      walking an              18’ steel 
                              pipe  into  a                             brown 
                          ditch. “Graeb                                  ner  has 
                         potentiality,”                                my uncle                                      
                            said  in                                ’67,  “but 
                                 he  just                       can’t  see 
                                        with  those  glasses.”





                                 STUPIDLY


                                  She thought 
                             I was           much 
                          upper                  lamp. 
                         But                       when 
                         I went                 freeing, 
                         this                       scared 
                         to dearth.               Ortho
                         dox cheek               bone 
                         jitterbug.           I wanted 
                         to  be                 different
                         —stupidly.          Addled 
                         at school,            paddled 
                         again at                  home, 
                         unfit  to                rumble,  
                         unfit to                 rhumba. 
                         You spank           the cops,  
                         they’ll call         your kids.  
                         The  circus       disciplines  
                         its misfits. Arbitration pur

                         suant  to  the  right  within 
                         30 days &           45 nights         
                          to petition         for redun              
                           dancy. 150       steps  to 
                              the  mail      &  back.    
                                (Others  are  just 
                                     as  boring. )



DUSK BOWL INTIMACIES 40


His secretary phoned early to say that he was busy at school. Sticks to his fibs. I told her that his actions stunk, and I had to know exactly when he would see me. Think you could ever manage to hunker down up here where people (famous ones) are now doing all of those beautiful things? Spotless leather, new silken alloys, plastic that fools nearly anyone. This has never been ironed. (You can feel the results.) Still, I wouldn’t want to live here if you were never around. Somebody that really cares about strapping on another purse, discount-fortified. That sniffs out where bargain side-streets lie. I’ll see if he’s really better or not—better for my continuity. Fibs dry.

And
they crack.
We could lounge
here
until both
of us die.



 
 
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