Percolating Corridors
Cabled abs conceal
sequential events,
tipping dim sum derrieres
where fragrant demolition fights
in lucid trance of dough ball docks
and kissy flame conductor snorts,
piled crazily till punishment occurs.
Superannuated slippage
unfurls veal mildew
before the brazen knees
of gyroscopic cougars,
pining for spun egress,
implying halftracks.
Salted knee pants
cool otter editions
between entitled spoons,
ogling latchkey oboe cleavers.
Percolating timely corridors,
sullied pantries trust flour
to fluoroscopic nadirs,
weathering mended handball cartoons
with peeling sod and soiled mortar.
Eastward Into
Afternoon
Clustered residentials whisk
a moonbeam’s speckled spaniel
off to overtures of stratospheric
underthings in pulsing leg
repeater bleats of chorus growls
and iceberg fetish furriers
in splayed palaver.
Torched nest mocha rants
stream operatic tributes
into shindigs parried twice a day
by groping meretricious cereal
in pallid fluid itch of taut
patrician cacophony,
fueling twi-night bobble fellas
for pegboard centaur wanderlust.
Cooler swallows duck
to buckaroo bucolic blitz
mechanic choreography
in nimble exegesis,
told to dungarees in level
eyelid copper button pillage,
rites mistaking rage
for cinematic courtside banter,
coiled in leggy cab line fare.
Miles of ship-to-sojourn falsity
slide eastward into afternoon,
lacing matted fishnets
under bubbled shock-weave
pterodactyl hucksters
shorn of eloquence.
Unsaid Soup Delays
Cantaloupes elicit
spoken stereotypes
of diurnal bravery
for hidden peace patrols
on fueling tundra gypsy turnpike
cataclysm drowning campaigns,
inciting primping sandbar crises
to christen interlocutors with
pleasant handrail lookout hikes,
pending concomitant issuance
of slovenly cuneiform release.
Doves quail at the spitefully
whittled sound of onset plumage,
told in binocular haste from crowds
of highest shin font platitude
replacement chrism’s pejorative
aluminum spelunking peculation
hegemony serration,
plucking more lecithin
from raincoats
of a middling stunner’s
alluvial contusion fest.
Finally to black out
in ardor of erasable significance,
minting unsaid soup delays
for suffering horizontal planners,
hauling waypoint ignition kicks
clear of oblongata shellfish
to collared preeners waiting under
superannuated gravy stocking
muskrat tourney subterfuge
of basal tribulation.
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/
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