Thomas Fink

 

HAY(NA)KU EXFOLIATION 12

 

An
usher of
lush sheen claims,
“Millions have
entered.” United through
what freezes later. Spacious

mirror begins a
loose medley of cut-
out stories. Seamlessly disjunct. Enormous
squat on brain. Hell,
the machinery’s stoned. Deliberate. You

see lab rats immersed in that
same damn freedom. Whoops: excess
of whoops dulling the circuits. Can
you teach (their way out) without killing?

 

 

HAY(NA)KU EXFOLIATION 13

 

What
you’re asking
is extraordinary. We
don’t normally
eliminate the skeleton
(grammar), which Tweedledum may

judge evil and
Tweedledee virtuous, but which
becomes useful or damaging to
specific flows, frames, or
mirrors. Yes, we can put

deletion of articles on table. Yet
freedom from predication’s insufferably abstract:
cathexis and catharsis shrinking up, boldfaced
catachresis overwhelming (tumultuous new inertia) collective synapses.

 

 

 

HAY(NA)KU EXFOLIATION 14

 

You
could collect
new buds here,
insofar as
uneven ground permits.
This neighborhood can absorb

your oddities. The
fact that it’s riddled
with inaudible gap should tempt
the hermeneutic of tense
suspicion that has ridden you

hard since early-middle indoctrination. Here,
solid trust is not a
precondition for friendship--only gumption to
work through words. And nothing to transcend.



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