the muse apprentice guild
--expanding the canon into the 21st century




WORK
BY THOMAS FINK

EACH UNRUSHED


face gets scribbled
on. Evil love's

gift. Defacement rights
for the emotionally impervious.
Feces gone fascist. After
school departed, the swiftest

battles unbottled. I can
be my own drink.
Inkblot exodus
or glorious curse.
Abode bodying

abroad. Maybe you should stink.
She stored black sparks in a paper
glass. We found a balcony in her toolkit,
but don't leave her alone
with the file of her
life. Or surplus tome pus.
Could sift into

messianic
theater. At
a necessary peak, will
the civil market listen up?
Not to talkathon bollocks,
but to what shortfall
reinvents, groan grounding toys
thinking through. Nearly.