John Pursch- Three Poems

An Orbiting Simian

Thumped and watery,

scolded parsimonious elders

squeak through rocket laws,

stooping to canned nieces,

framing fabled laundry

for a holy waxing.

Crossing auspicious stelae

with arcane gushers,

marbled socks endear

a yawning spiral to

colonnades of grass,

imbibed with ladled

mailing slips down

flickering corridors.

Incommodious sortie pleaters

graze on woolen plenitudes

beneath an orbiting simian,

smelling rookeries of

steep drought paddy

chillum sash recoil,

freezing elongated

in prefigured enervation.

Numbly sheltered herbal phones

encase sequestered yearlings

in pallid extraneous lore,

stumping for runny séance

malaise on fire.

Flexing Carbon

Eyeful closets cower

in clovered sill-hop

caterpillar garden curls

atop enamel furrows

of an easily potable

oaken ensign on

puberty charade

from biblical shipping.

Orange adders cull

cuneiform sighs from

freshly wheezing balalaikas

in restive hauteur’s comely

masquerade of

pelican quadrature,

pentameter armature,

and rotund obsequious inanity,

propounding swollen trimarans

with tetrahedral glaze.

Heated kittens rise to

slightly handy ferns

of tousled shallot praise

police and cosine reprobates

in foundling undulation,

dripping warm and bobbled.

Bubbled hands sire

an auditory embolism

in fulminating flaxen

trance hall flunky

disputation crates,

flexing carbon.

Shuffled Cargo Mania

Tumblers slip in tonal

fossil fizzle exclamation,

buried in a shallow

bridal dredge replay

of parking lot intentions.

Boomtown wristwatch

checkers hop a crusty stern

for tiled and sutured molds

on shore relief from sable

egg contrivance dwindle,

pleating coefficients into

turpentine ablution skiffs.

Sanguine sawed-off public

hothouse pliers snooze in

histograms of lorry steins

and fear balloon imperilment,

trailing surgical zeroes.

Bubbly pyres infuse a crayoned swallow,

deep in sputtered bootstrap shine,

swigging ticker sod from molting

noun home dueling lesions.

Venison alleviates cicada mist impunity

for mildly porous cop-art dreams

of sliding chorus keyboard hands

in shuffled cargo mania.

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.