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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The Ever-Falling Bomb
“Here I am,” she thought in green dissolving panes of spacetime burbles, flooding spontaneity within a pair of psychedelic booties, wiggling toes of epsilon against their soothing soles. Turned her head, surveyed the room, a kitchen in a Quonset hut, a woman cooking human food, another baby wailing on and on within a virtual dreamscape of cellular thunder, impressing sensory assumptions on newly prescient walls.
Her obviated shins are somewhat out of view beneath translucent thighs and now slip decades far ahead behind temporal wind afloat in activated time machine to Your Nuke deli newsstand pews in worship of the ever-falling bomb, creating every savory hour of ladled shop talk tugboat captain crew aloft in peopled transport saving yet another million borrowed souls from petrodollar insufficiency to fresh ideal endless bifurcation into treed domain dementia.
“There ya go, Lola. Isn’t that wonderful? Yes, say yes, dear,” soaring now in warm caress of mother’s full embrace, lighting up all circuits, reverts temporal slip to ground, zeroing to actuality obtained.
Kabuki gazes into offshore fog of hazelnut emphatic youth, contemplating life on ordinary planets, praying for reprieve from prosecution.
“What have I to fear, anyhow? In the futile analysis, planned pubescent mutation devolves to feline feeding frenzies well below the surfeit of piebald tire irons, thrivers, and trundling incendiary devotees of screw-top inner psyches, inertial boxcar pilots, and flawed phlegmatic Romeos in crawling chrome of corridor corrosion, stifling any meal hurrahs for subtle wisdom innuendo, pushed calmly into oncoming traffic.”
He expects no answer, being a thoroughly atemporal pan-identical non-entity.