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 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.