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/
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.