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/
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