John Pursch- Three Poems

Sput

Sultry flub for just a floral

nevermind of glossy concept

overlook on cantilevered

shutter penchant curio

in dangling party skipping

crease along extorted

pylon mousse.

Flippers sire in brightly

flickered fire caressing

casseroles for slowly threaded

ants to play at spirit canes of

scofflaw habit loon effacement,

copping scarves on gold didactic

chairs and tangled loose-leaf carp

in sickles of a chosen fate.

Ham assures a subtle snail

that cranes will man an

aging kettle’s shiftily

insipid weeds,

burned to pending dimples

in elusive cheering drop

of tax assurance, waxed

by nascent chino.

Louder shattering

implosions fence out

colder sput recordings,

hatching deep within

Fijian rooftops.

Tuned Isidores

Gush believers dapple sod

with inky padded train delays,

whisking waders off

to warbling purifiers,

cuffed and sanded down

to spandex.

Spats enroll in farcical caverns,

tricking trigonometric augurs

to stripe emotive pensioners

with lumberjack sheaves,

cropped to v-neck steerage.

Wilting cankers saunter vaguely,

drowning truculent thespians

in longitudinal doxology. 

Storied caissons growl

at newly urban puffins,

populated with pyloric plaque.

Hucksterism pries astringent

keels from pensive fonts,

offering tuned Isidores

in lewd effulgence.

Ingot Path Concision

Viral shots employ rejoinder

sips with voluble occlusion,

slinging shoddy permanents

at horse carp alimentary lagoons

in college fibrillation clatter’s

tapir of Etruscan rope. 

Casually pushing

coffin lurch cement

in lupine crescent soot,

crouching gigglers hump

heretically arhythmic

cleavage quellers into

sun-dried happy banditry

of levered selfish acronyms.

Inbound curling ponies

scream for decadence

in stork formation pockets,

sulking coyly, often purring,

severing refocused tenpins

from disembodied groupies,

hanging onto scarcely nodal

belly crops of emulated weeks.

Wristing iron into sated

ingot path concision,

anachronistic crawlers

stencil lullabies in bubbly

pulchritude’s insidious echo. 

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.