Human Indication Myths
Like nose, slight posies, sand dozers down the steeply peopled ouch of hysteresis haunch and hunchback histories we know as -- well, wad do sweet nullities of sheer lobotic frenzy ever know…
Moderately notched, slime a frayed hemp vacuum, propping up vowels in stray morphologies of emulsified burbles in waistcoat sex pipes, hostile to evenly tolerated mumbler fields, squatter neon sighs suffusing peerless titled paperweights of human indication myths, just one foundry kit after another knockoff biped strolling clean and easy, drowning sordid fecund streets of glossed Americon cityscapes with scads of scabies, tabulated sourly by sacked tumescent insurance sheen in deeply parried alternatives to fate, straightjacketed by syntax, played to breathless bowling scores of parity in split-ten sawdust, popping buttered gals within allotted sandstorm seas, plopped in concrete webs of carbon beaneries, coffeehouse cacophonies of soggy stranger lullabies, flopped gracefully in corner booth to self-reliant bootstrap module spectacle and fuel-retardant microwave insistence breed.
Cameras replace the scene at twice the framed ration’s tailored blip, missing frequent dings of stumpy-necked originals, yes actuarial papal submariners for once, rarely encapsulated by distracting messages, and who could’ve expected pandas or condors or these dazed oven-minders to notice or fraudulently record heavenly slightest blots or bolts or biologically reasoned bits of knowledge paste hobbling candy tinkle tinsel breath to remotely dissemble slum lord dentifrice delays along these linear knees?
John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice nominated for Best of the Net, his work 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.