Hyphenated Dreams
The
map of Watchingstoned, T.V. was imprinted in her head decades ago, as part of a
general lobotic neural restructuring, preparatory to the final invasion of most
of this quadrant of the galaxy. With trillions of brains entrained on a
countably infinite stream of hyphenated dreams, escape was limited to strictly
stowaway comportment, behavioral nuance confabulation, easily detected by the
overseer routines. Omnipresence had become de rigueur, state of the artiste,
swelling before the central directorate’s dusty bureau of watch fob patina and
purple montage casualties of sworn honesty, slowly penned into franked
openness, country spacemen daubed with just a tad of traditional broomstick
welt, cardboard cutout personalities gone sour in the wind, sockets deftly
stroking the saliva off youthful digits, flinging prospective recon agents
carefully to windswept aisles in landing pattern disarray; frazzled forelocks
singing of ashplant Wednesdays, swollen begonias, and torment tarnation trapezoids
tripping on idiosyncratic lassitude.
“All
in a dazed shirker’s sunlit path,” Lola mused to sweeping swoon of bifurcating
bundled data bleed, frost congealing into lost memories of the Old West, of
cottonwoods and hickory pipes in fragrant sage, stagecoach rodeo assemblage
fonts of memorized acculturated dustpan towns, saloons in jumpy finger twitch
to ball-peen clamor’s noon surprise, peritonitis steeping in sundown stew. She
shook the cobwebbed images of aging misty cowlick swirls, revealing new galactic
arms in fully granulated precision, looming huge in sudden sod approach
necessitating wave collapse, the slam of shoulder straps against her clavicles
(how many had she snapped in early breathless simulator rides as just a girl,
if only she could swap retain rescind the rain of endless soporific days again
in tunneled time mache) absorbing shock to drain in rivulets of wicking
perspiration into fetal nonchalance beneath the huddled millions.
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/
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