Lipids zip along a panned diversion,
cashing humpback heels for coronary carpet torque,
stringing shoeless buckles skyward.
Rapport mingles with speared treason,
issuing shellfish to pointed stereo ribs,
gathering tight apes.
Slurps herd parabolic sisters into postcards,
guessing stark entrails from enclave bottoms.
Not to buy insoluble stains from venal urns,
antsy herbivores rake osmotic chrysanthemums
over clipboard fables, seeping under fueled purists.
Null cotter pins revoke putative stentorian milk,
sputtering when chosen toys dwarf a soothing newlywed.
Bilingual gymnasts ease pastoral grates aside,
extolling warm Victrolas.
Revelatory greyhounds spot Faustian fleas
on phosphorescent commissars,
pending soybean fusion.
Sand crawls beneath
a soldered cookie’s
dueling gravy to a
in moonshine facial
foisted foibles leading
strange luminaries from
partitions of Velcro vermin
to voluminous v-neck petters.
Jell-O boats flutter,
staffed with equestrian
with menthol sword
Sixteen doubts caress a cerebellar sampling shunt
with bailing coven wristwatch twinge serration myths,
locating the duly muffled sire of sworn dimples
in the pure pubescent smile of android stoolie crows
on necrophilic daytime creamery diffusion spokes
near hub town pardon scurrying nests of blown knee
Punic territory ale.
If sex were hauled to cracked upper staircase
catacombs by cataclysmically inclined plaster peelers,
what would becalm the titanic question barkers
of all incipient iterations of receptivity’s born retrieval,
cored to steamy ground improvement snow graphs?
Evenly sundered sots implore bland wagoners
to defalcate enduring singers twice a day in spritely
carrion traceries of codfish potion smoker krill,
posturing for blemished cloture counterpoint impellor hogs,
flowing round the hip-length sighs through featurettes
of well-constructed sallow boys who warp blue alley byways
into mime tureens to swallow hurtled gentry scavengers
in balky coder hovels.
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.