John Pursch- Two Poems

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/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.

Raw Encoded Cities

Her easy touch belies a certain inability to ascertain embodied grace of cocktail pinafores in stains of lifelong extirpation, pinning scratched insignias to doorstop miniatures along the fluid barrier of process camper neuron sift, grazing ambulatory rain with leaden pallor’s fusillade of warm ballistic tutelage.

It is, of course, all timed to periodic relocation, muting tentacle imbibement within adjacent tumbling, giving up gymnastic memories of ancient youthful serenades at half past three in West Lost Annulus to slumber dream compartment beach nut spansule trip to flawless sheen of dripping lunar parasol, ahead of oblongata shapes in recent linearity.

Frosted lullabies evoke atypical connections, seething into next of kin, cornering descent platoon to glimpse emphatic balalaika crypts in open airlock, sending countless transports to vast uncharted deaths in recombining churn of vacancy roulette, plotting subcutaneous singles parity, longing for superlatives of incandescent commons.

“I’m asking for a simple breath of reliquary disrespect for just a handful here,” she sighs, exhuming sandbar luau catfish hunch of raw encoded cities.

Moral Tugboat Cage

Anything will do from buckled baby bottom speeding now through scene of coarse recrimination climb to collimated change harangue in bursting stockyard drive-thru getaway gestation tryst.

Sex o’clock amusement comes in human boxcar slot machine, filling sated car alarms with copulation corn dissection, cored convenience canisters, and bygone moral tugboat cage, underway to parts unknown to all but shirtless denizens of anteroom passivity in sturdy tree line trudge.

Harmonicas deal a glancing blow of dysentery nonchalance to robot wealth commiseration, humping dolphin envy queen in nightly milky fluency.

Highways lead from nadir rationale to rationed homespun logic hem of polynomial caress, purging tidal rivulets of wan imploring facial tic’s approximate belief.