John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice
nominated for Best of the Net, his work has appeared in many literary
journals. His first book, Intunesia, is available at http://www.lulu.com/
Sheet-to-Parakeet Collisions
I
glisten down to scattered meows, mere crumbs of culled occurrence edge infusion
plopping felt dementia spinning cogs to frozen catwalk terminus of inlaid
hatpin germaphobia, plausibly entitled to amorphous seeds.
Absurdity
absolves disturbing sheet-to-parakeet collisions, pressed to imitation walnut
prescience, calling pestilential zebras.
Somehow
turning into crows, the sky erupts in broad effulgence, bubbling effigy to
crimson neckline histories of paused-life stifled powers, netting dental
sentences for poshly incarcerated baubles.
Sabotaged
survival tombs peculate atomic typicality from potable copter aptitude,
sequestered blithely into finned portraiture of yawning bucolic suction.
Aft
pretenders denude myopian sedation crust, stippled to golden drawbridge
hypertension quotes of peopled seashore tomes in Gothic nook parameter relief,
plied separately from fallen wheat.
Polyglot Implosion Teeth
Eyes
avert in quiet disrespect, antsy involution, scheduled earrings, purported
blasphemies, and segued seclusion’s secular cigar.
Sullied
hemlines wallow by with hurried cough, elliptical retainer blurbs emoting
incandescent swerve from contrail lane above the crowd’s immunity of unaccented
dialect.
Softly
shifting debutantes preen for sycophantic gasconade of Cossack cherubim,
cursive seraphim, and Seraphic nods of parietal paternity in spun tachometers.
Flicks
revert to credit scroll in timed release of anklet tattoo permanence.
Oh,
we’ve slipped past yawning sputter Nile to hammered Dacron polyglot implosion
teeth, flogging savory watch sand why, adrenaline of movie lines, and plugged
bazooka hideaways for secondhand psoriasis.
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