Hobo News
Misty beggars kneel
before oncoming transits
of Venusian counterculture’s
toroidal quotation gist,
scoffing at lawless sand residuals
for diced illegal dimwits
in canvas tertiary matrices
of whale-bound indignation.
Nights turn to frayed
conjugal retractor pools,
budding quietly to roadside
narc involvement jests,
stormed suddenly by
cellophane instantiation blots
of germinating hobo news.
Coated Cyborg Pie
We stumble over sorry zonal talismans
of burial crates, drifting notational delays,
and coursing modal flop surrender,
shipping piecemeal junk
to warring sunset jelly trolls
on biscuit lunge expulsion rigging’s
maritime conflation flute defrayal skim.
What if swans blurt smiling minutiae
at coned-off visual understatement’s
hysterical imposter,
soaping down dinner croakers
till the fussy mozzarella fling explodes
in piezoelectric phonic dithyrambs
of Dionysian cave trawlers,
coldly inculcated by the Queen of Thyroid’s
basement ignition quarries,
yearning to splay her vernal waveform
in coated cyborg anode pie
on factual angina pepper mills?
Now alligators peruse the soaking stacks
for corpus gallium galore cahoots,
nod to knowing carriers
of lost contagion impetus,
and seep emasculation chrism
from beneath their orange and ruby
scythe retardant papillary wingman signage,
glibly scattering decoded tesseracts at sea.
Esophageal Cave-In
Trumpets harken plaque to
plagued electric tender feet,
slurping purple edibles
when grasping becalms extorted
humpback conning shouts of
“Wayback infiltration pups
to pimped elegiac logic!”
in halfback circumstance recision
dynamo eclecticism,
impounded nearly every day
by salient hailstorm purveyors
near your eustachian brute.
Slopping to dunk a ring-tailed icon
in roped-off toboggan silhouettes
of ancient geeks and sentient beanbag mollifiers,
shimmering raincoats peel whereabouts
with glacine hauteur,
crossing skyline shouts with vernal Huguenots,
punched to disappearing rental shrouds
by weakly elevated riptide shrieks
of dumpster-thriving politicians,
lazy protocol imbibers,
and loosely cobbled drones
in nautical smirks.
Brahmanic lobots dance to
lunar vestibule entrancement gist,
singing quietly in unison for
candle aura periscope espousal peeks
at dollhouse funk in airy marriage oomph’s
esophageal cave-in.
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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