Sunday, August 2, 2015

John Pursch- Three Poems

Intervals of Silent Pause

In midday height
of tapestry’s revolving sediment
of dimly undertaken lifelong quest
for panty trades and rousing gullibility,
prescient sardines await a tube top’s
desperate unraveling, chafing at
a smoothly beckoned rib cage,
a cryptic tributary’s diaphanous charade,
an uncorked tramcar in descent
to river bog in fickle gravitation.

Here we find a longing segue
from rigor’s downy variance
of squashed car hopes and
dire emotive blinkered
prepositional collapse,
to tidal hours in consequential hovering,
belying belfry agitation’s raw acidic melt,
to crinoline encapsulation myths
of airy clause encampment binge
of curb line mollusk smiles
entreating dockyard hounds
to trusty beard reconnaissance.

How the spiny quibble over
contraindicated germ profusion,
carbon soot in burnished manger
wicket doorway saunter’s stepwise
intervals of silent pause for cog
immunity quotation dimes and
soothing crescent bantam curtseys
calling philanthropic cameos
to sordid chi-square dignity
of clam confession moonlight.

Sleeveless Carbon

Beefy horticulturists
mix hyperglycemic cortisol junkies
with blowgun mechanics
on freeway escapee binge release
down thigh plantation iceberg
ladder slipstream truckload
Boogaloo spelunking starch,
flaunting sin by heaven,
stout pie floral peculation trivia,
and gist in auric ankle wrecks,
scrolled festively to boomtown flukes.

We follow into depth,
illogical commiseration flounder
specifying croupier costs
in closely authored riptide air
and poshly quelled beneficence,
a sweeping pendant’s
amped archaic wooden charm
from porous barn panopticon
to knowledge dumps of celery
in lariat morphology’s
flung regalia.

Shaved by the bellicose
bombastic bombardier,
beluga whales run
in fully distracted terrier gear
to frontage cinder currying shine,
plastered on whipped cormorant stew,
crossing saddled haddock notions
of plucked demonstratives
with remonstration ruse delays
in hodgepodge potpourri
deflection mirth containment,
slipping past crucibles
of unclear lovers into
sleeveless carbon.

Merely Bipedal Mornings

Ageless doldrums
wriggle offal shuckers,
prancing for ungainly
neural legions,
airing maudlin scarves
amid the safest
swooning scenes.

Three pistols to the lopsided
quotient’s ample warning,
threaded thoughts lump
against a bottleneck,
collapsing contextual,
benefactors crossing
cadaver grates in
pontoon quartz.

Sable debts repel
eroding field hands,
crushing salacious calling scars
with stellar warning palliatives,
encapsulating shy fenders
in sandy plebeian isolation.

Cooling pharaohs
simply cannot eject
from merely bipedal
mornings with feelers intact,
blaring roadhouse ballyhoos
at nihilistic crooners.

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 Check out his experimental lit-rap video at He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

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