Saturday, July 18, 2015

John Pursch- Three Poems

Idiosyncratic Onset

Tons of unmentionables
float inexorably from
spaceport blues to
shirking glass reflections
of punky domicile descenders,
luminally taught red-handed
retrofit techniques by
cooly potted rope effusion,
caught hideously in
tightly snickering tombs
of herd encasement.

Scores of publicly
available worlds
go largely unnoticed,
all but chastened into oblivion
by smeared ignoble assonance
of unseen vowels,
foul reportage biases,
and cenotaph implosion.

Acerbic buildup leads
tomorrow’s fondling
into coned-off regions,
unaware of sewn tureens,
just wading helplessly to
certain medical reminders
of antsy don’t-touch
idiosyncratic onset.

Pecking at Tagalog

Eyes herd
quaffing ale heads
down visitation sprites
of ripely felled coral cuties,
blocked gingerly in rows of
waste tap swagger flyboy
sling-a-lung canteens,
sloshing dented squatter’s cruft
from penciled eardrum mufti
slow porn equidistant
aspirin conjunction,
hiding her personal cloture
from pants-hill tension kites
and mocha focal lotion solvers
in highway accidental turn
to Iroquois contender pleas.

Sealing stomached cotter pins
between impinging garrisons
of duped necropsy jugglers,
hitherto emaciated cauliflower police
whistle down a whiskered stereotype
of tactile checkerboard mist and
hidebound hooligan notation,
pecking at Tagalog in treetop lingerie,
melding fettered grapevine chews
with starkly blunt melodies
of interiority’s pineal flavor.

Hamburger Evening Frost

Effusively dented incisions
spread resected mouths
of gapped motel notaries,
subbing for priestly albumin
in coddled childhood
rodeo emplacements
of gunwale chard and
grated penny-ante flicks.

Hark, I hear heretical umbrage
gone to parachute palladium,
plunking earhole debutantes
with seven-story fastballs
in spitting image
national disgrace
of channeled flavor
and foveal urethritis.

Round vowels
love me into oblivion,
floating clarity between
fueled lives of nadir hay,
pairing off with shivering
hookers in hamburger
evening frost.

 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 Check out his experimental lit-rap video at He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

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