Tuesday, August 19, 2014

John Pursch- Three Poems

Periscope Cakes
Catamarans and cigarettes
burn patiently at twilight,
facing blue oblivion’s qualia
with feathered neural undercoats
of sparse exclusion wafer trim,
splashed in extra vagaries
of pomp and circumnavigation.

Floral set piece reliquaries
reflect on harbor noumena
with crisply quantized stunt fanatics,
gazing out to cornerstone asperity
in purely histrionic maze relief,
touting horny dial benders,
bet to traced calligraphy
of nodal craft elusion nibs.

Soil secludes with overwhelming flavor
sighs emerging from savory tortoise poles,
wafting ashore to line-of-sight chronology’s
pineal waveform, relapsed to donkey onus shills
beneath a peculated pod of crumpets.

Shelter passes far below in rancid siren
beckonings of slave mechanic batteries,
sheepishly redacting oxen gamete flipper lore
from bayou’s brittle overwhelm in banded sag
flesh sundry pear appearance set of propwash
hagiography for dining crumb arrest essentials.

Booths touch rusty crippler berries,
leasing juicy seepage every time
a numbered stylish cone falls silently
in actual abscissa abscess overflow
to prayer nook puffer fish excretion quaff,
slimmed to unset periscope cakes.

Impasse City Flutter

Glossy hovercraft imply simple amplification,
waving pie charts at costly station ears,
foundering in open airlock dump truck stings.

Only sonic assonance applies for agricultural acquittal,
ameliorating ambitious actuarial edginess with timid squeals.

Nations pout, entrusting inlet depilation mice
to dapple ivory phyla into lusty chamomile predictors,
spattering an enzymatic sneeze with cabin application crushes.

Laughable carousers mitigate mitosis with wimpy wisps,
washing wallpaper moths in posing blotter candy crepes,
causing sobs in vacant shopping coilers.

Stacked effacement tests you fairly off and on for
cloudy hand-picked mortuary shell regurgitation gist,
flecked with salty scenic gradients of flimsy noontime
derrieres, told to burgeon elsewhere.

Deeply infected luge pennants
gradually defect to fourth-world pumping bars,
prosecuting ethyl geysers under blue striated statues
of arterial clay, barmy injection release, and
uncommonly aspirated spin cycle kinks.

Jealousy rarely airs its threadbare wedding tallow,
calling fallow turbulence by empty shuttlecock
remainder terms in fulminating angst,
but jellied close-ups glom onto requiems
for stooping littered parriers of pallet-bearing salad spiels,
improved upon in substring sequin showers of shouldered
impasse city flutter.

Dream Star Sundaes

Ransacked bumblebee hotels immerse an attic wail in sand, dyspeptic furriers deferred to queue-length bookstand marginalia retreat. Jagged accusations pickle pews in paper handiwork, limping past palimpsest skin canaries bound for mule team coal minorities of subterranean booths.

Beautifully sworn pestilence bemoans infernal highball terrace entry peas, fleeing for hired groins, kicked in quinine sisterhood by bandoliers of brothel coups. Disgraced inguinal statues funnel hissing power off deplaning convict carrion coats, lugging innuendos overhand to tipsy grief collection arias.

Tamed tigresses inter encumbered feudalism before middling sages con milled animals to exit stage cleft, cramping up in time for footholds to disintegrate in cauterized hysteria, billowing fine whines of plaintive aplomb.

A tap dance here, a fraudulent collie tarrying in loyal Quonset tundra lines, a sympathetic sampler fishing nervously off bluefin paraffin aisles, coping with shallow labrum tartuffery by entrance alley overhangs in severed blasting capstone armoires filled with bubbly; even the periodic emblem punctures our posing chillum with chili fog and Cornish ham genes, tasty to culled cetaceans aft of docile drainage tee-top maxima with senior hints of indigence and porous estate plundering, venting accrual semiannually per trepaned fin traction entrails nodding into standing water.

Dream star sundaes filter frowns to grimace gruel’s sedation piles of stillborn fugitives from jaundiced apple plies and viable surrender jets of solvent salutary knots. Choppers saddle manic cholera vacuums with calm tornado ocean liners, shopping for backspin.

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. Check out his experimental lit-rap video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l33aUs7obVc. He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

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