Shy conundrums hover offstage left,
wishing for patented cumuli
and mothballed dimorphisms
to hear our ogling sheepskin cries
from daisy chain gang seminarians
in mottled mainframe sponge house zipper plight.
Bathing grooms careen in broken whistle blots,
eclectic but anonymously clinging
to unshuffled dart tryst dueling flurry syzygy,
gashed by stirrup gopher votes from subtle bounties,
recollecting pools of fries.
Shirkers mumble by the marbled minions,
cashing in on Prussian cashew dreck’s
naphthalene incursion belt
of situation desecration silt
and widowed urchin carriers.
Plastic sheep erode an amniotic fare curd from oodles
of stenciled chop ducts to whipped emergent glory,
certified in tundra lingo’s barely axial
donation mint of finery.
Walls glide broomstick curry pipes
beside anterior illusion tributaries,
golfing pneumatic hopscotch pickles
into pausing dumpster scars
of freighter drainage barriers
in sanded bagman ateliers above nude foragers
entrained to diatonic bleeding.
Daylight carcinomas cavil bloated ceremony fish
for pseudopodal veterinary aliens
on topsoil feeder ampule sift of flashy iffy lamprey prey,
defeating surreptitious Mylar metronomes of selfish steel.
John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. His work has been nominated for Best of the Net and has appeared in many literary journals. A collection of his poetry,Intunesia, is available at http://www.lulu.com/
spotlight/whiteskybooks. His recently released experimental lit-rap video is at https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=l33aUs7obVc. He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.