John Pursch- Two Poems

Antoinette the Unfurled

She were an inveterate liar from day one,

hull the whey through gradient school

of minority fledgling ink retardant fish mechanics,

to chesty right of your every nocturnal daydream,

stumbling in misappropriated gumdrop milk bottle

stoolie spansules of hopelessly caressed soap dish

legal fruitcake surprise raids.

Her confidantes were all simple farmhands,

existing in dubiously simultaneous rat traps

of fire escape jungle chop suey lingerie commotion,

devoted to antiseptic notational blues of pall bearer

shock resistance masterpiece triage interludes,

conjoined at chopped porpoise measuring flan

torpedo feather proving groins by hobbled alien

Ferris wheels.

How a man could ever have munched

a shucked and solemn indemnified charity

for such lowbrow and ostensibly purposeful

an action figurine as Antoinette the Unfurled

Screech of Diabolical Cordite Menses

is so tarred and bulimically scratched

to bullfrog salamander salami swami stupa

schlock as to tender feet for pavement dues,

in trebled publican nudie galleries,

soiled to caterwauling fish rag sarcasm junkies

in flexing glass erector suits on washboard alley

bailiwick ablution headquarters just south of

slanted bollocks biscuit shoots of bamboozled

bubonic choke points.

Umbilical Flotilla

Bleary quiet mumbling chunks of human waste

erosion shots impaled our spacecraft sidebar

lollipops with ladled lobe deflection mantras,

toiling surreptitiously till thimbles cried a

troweled dear certificate of silken sinkhole

sap secretion’s classic flyer lossage streak

down thigh lunge pewter’s importuning

opulence to cold cream petulance to mossy

mixer beeswax bunk bed shellfish amplitude

of crawdad feasibility in nightshade denouement.

Hemmed showers curtailed paws into tensor overload,

fixing crabby cesspool collapse with old cry stairwell

topsoil pleats of plaintive skyline humping blackout

Sterno peaks and ontological eruptive cinders,

bent in mutinous backlog.

Hats evoked my cranial engraving sire’s imperial tie dye turban,

toppling a one-eyed swordfish into winking elbow halter moons

beneath a British sunset.

Sanded yetis posed for flowing fantail blitz bereavement spunk

in beveled spender comedy endowment jeans of caustic pliers,

torn pajama cookie trikes, and hortatory embassy police.

He paused to conquer shaven city sea lane apple

clapboard talismans of taut religious derrieres,

flexing prostitution welts in elevated train

shot dateline smudge coulisse,

spent wickedly for daylight traipse parades.

The curtain rose on yet unaltered plethora

of morbid hulk Cyrillic coverall repellant fleas

in dubious enchantment chard’s umbilical flotilla,

casting yawns from epiglottal foxhole teeth to coxswain gel

to grossly underestimated prose coyote taste bud grease

to sympathetic liner grout of salient and mordant peculation.

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.