A Lobot's Thirst For Love
Three days later,
she still had not solved
the greatest mystery know to man
or beast or androidal life form,
on this or any other planet, planetoid,
has-been asteroidal compartmentalized carburetion clot,
or flexibly denoted popping cork entrainment vessel.
Nuns knew less than her
about crossing patterns,
crusted flakes of frosted
klaxon motivational tweakage,
and biplane tendon flagman manuals,
edited or not by wretchedly textual whitening agents,
tipping sandbox concierge goblets
to lick the final frumpy swath
of limpid factory youth
from transport bulkhead ballast bunks
of binomial barricades in bollocks
of a beatified swinger's setting son-in-slaw.
Coldly manufactured playground sty impingement
scuffs toenail glitter into vocal outrage,
currying to scary ontological potions
to rival any spun docks
of paste sport dancing drones
in tuned oracular omniverse communication frost,
swiped every other millisecond by frozen achievers
in unmet urges of an ogling diplomatic poacher.
Sometimes the past
had represented sated monopoles
with crowning lotion feedbag scoops
of carefully coated skirts in schoolyard stress point
fanning smacks and loose contraction friction,
gleaning sweetly quelled songstress tears
from subtly wined and actualities induced
to snowblind expurgation of posse parts,
torn lazily to splashing hordes on planar squeals
of causal aphasia's messy berm.
Galleys echo steeply lit
caulk penetration towels,
snapping bullfrog tent flap cortisol
to brawny maze semantics
of a salivating burial pet,
frothing fuel and towline notary
incubation wheels of central iffy goofball cork,
filed dangerously close to raw dyslexic eels
in hokey oral mushroom clods
near dualism's knifing divination.
we could resist hebephrenic lamentations
of eternal earthquake rust long enough
to smash remainder mirror proving grunge
with shallow par syringe plaque decadence
on pithy hortatory radiation crunch
from falling feelings of a lobot's thirst for love.
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.