Veterinary Aliens
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/
 
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