Sunday, September 7, 2014

John Pursch- Three Poems

Crab Line Falsity

Tatters slip through foisted shingles,
scanned by never-pending cribbage panning expedition capsules,
stumping hourly automat attendants into stuttered parlor voices,
sycophantic to be spurned by manly hose machine geese.

How does sanitary soothing dial emotion quotient valuation
ever hope to glide from looping trainer lunges
all the swayback temperature to cold-cocked avian revival blurbs
in checkered publican reports of hemorrhoidal carpools?

Brownies motion for fumbled sundaes,
sprinkling boatswain shorts with touched nuts,
betel seclusion, and nurtured luminaries.

Counting drowning as a sedulous din,
giggling turtles pose for shellfish tease charades,
plotting the overture to any of an underhanded fault line’s searing mother,
drained to ripened pea pod shekels.

Aft and homespun knicker bloggers barricade the dressy plants
in pickled doomsday attributes of deities and known sardine calligraphy,
zooming through the teeming sands to antsy hip-lock chugger sinks,
spoiling baleful island locos.

Snorts defrock collation comrades,
flopping cramped insteps in doorway fractal gutter beer.

Tiny igneous carriers inflect each sentient pause
with chic designer insect highs, instantly seducing
tanned involuntary pseudo broth for life.

Only toes who covet closet incremental snores could possibly impute
to baffle fever dwellers of enthusiastic cerebellar jump rope maxima,
bent on scarcely postulated hex duel oblongata pith
or otherwise entrained by serial demurral.

He mumbles pagination treats at pausing stumpers,
cropping frost in verisimilitude’s longing for stolen Mata Hari cowlicks,
dousing the river with casting guile.

She’s locked in crab line falsity,
storming past a house fly on training wheels,
bent on pellucid tantrum government by the papal furor’s popular decree.

Gravel Intuition

Tea relapsed to salad coffers,
finned with textual recumbent seas
of public reprimand and retroactive percolation snubs,
snugly frittered from palmed publicans who trifle in forensic solstice.

Flyboys scorched an auteur’s
sampled outer townhome’s durable retirement stem,
punctuating heavenly waitress spins with soiled comma haddock theses,
purloined from beachfront solipsists on nude retrenchment Ferris surveys,
gone weighty subsequent to coral hermitage decrees
of pilaf souffle emery secretion gifts.

Schoolhouse stockyard flambeau electioneers
pontificate on effluence in jaundiced opposition,
highly brewed for sleeping bag premonition matrix seduction,
scrunched to fetal armpit hollows by cortical retracement fuzz.

Booing dirt espouses twinge resection’s fearsome dribble beat,
caving only at the slightest highball’s fulgent coverall contusion,
wafted steadily from portholes of an offshore canker.

Gophers lord a henchman’s penultimate surfeit
of bleached parameter sedation over cursive signatories,
bonking before hinterland effusion footfalls.

Bobbled babies pluralize,
habituate to halfway goofy anthill eaves,
and ship cartoon snatchers into lifelong sentience
with outer mullet airway holsters,
pinching guff in awful clubfoot probability nozzles.

Froth returns from annual hardship punk,
dotting viability’s sepulcher with tonsil news
of corn march vigil underwear, creases of a timed crusade,
and stipulated antiseptic teeth, rushing to be green.

Squad choirs snake off into college bumper crust
of loan dime succor tease, concubine munificence,
and dialed remorseless samovars of wrought saliva,
frozen chords, and looping gravel intuition.

Cosmic Egret News

Ewers lap the sloping lyre,
phoning home to titular umbrella munchkins,
soaked in cough trough acne credo kitsch
from Naugahyde assembly panters.

Pythons corroborate the rheostat’s tickling causation flue,
adoring adumbration’s petticoat membranes.

Lancers tried by the skein of explanatory cygnet cringers
abide in tidal immolation trysts,
squelching solid gawkers with crawling rice militia bolts
and leonine detergent heroes.

Some need musical undertows of cribbage fare
and bonded purity’s warm spatula,
frilled with foolish fog bank flatulence,
foppish watchman steam, and sybaritic merriment,
won by sharpened ball peen humpback noggin raps,
bumpy shed repeater copies of catwalk prison imposition,
and seashore crooning bellowed deep into the natal piety
of evening armchair kisses.

Others shamelessly peruse the scatological catalogs
of inline scorn and jubilation’s tawdry disembarkment skewer,
helping the condemned in dwarfed evisceration panoplies
of poplar pestilence gone sour in burly April cadences,
twisting savage shoals from bayside gruel
to scattered sunrise dumping fawns in bifurcating seasonal circuses.

Toying with mulish enmity,
anonymous brokers sigh and pelt the passing train
with braying eel skin clothiers, coughing up caboose contents,
smudging seditious cockpit loins with prized perpendicular stubble,
sworn to haberdashery by a gloomily emphatic nasal bumpkin’s filial commode.

Excursions from manhole covenants reveal plated sweep days
of cosmic egret news and teary flyboy circumstance,
pitting soaring pock mark joy against a stolen applecart’s hubristic demolition,
all for geegaws of monocle bemusement bricks,
fluttering to August in a syllable’s tawny moan.

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 Check out his experimental lit-rap video at He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

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