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 http://www.lulu.com/
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