Monday, August 24, 2015

John Pursch- Three Poems

Cloudburst Noumena

Finally a spouting fin
in speckled oceanic foam
of early morning drift between
the hovering lines of raw commuter
cabbie crawl down numbered
alphabetical relief!

It all leads to interlocutors
in oracular airlocks,
questioning each other ad infinitum,
hoping for a missing potted plant,
a clotted iris ringed with blue-green
hyphenated conundrums,
an actual attenuation of enervated swells
and whitecaps in tousled forelocks
writhing within corollary serum’s
hybrid dreams of similar assimilation
and vowed redacted missives,
plucking black from otherwise
and insubstantial aids
to disconcerted fellowship.

How the mighty trains have fallen
from diverted headwaters,
purring softly with insistent zeal
of fundamental need,
to long-established rhythmic stroll
down endless superhighway glow
to dawning plight of welcoming
cohabitation curl to spoonerisms
into soporific lingo.

Variance of water,
the clarity of frozen thunder,
peals along a scudding skyline
flood horizon into
cloudburst noumena.

Bluish Entendres

Multiple delectation rules
gravitate in physical heaps
of smoldering sky roulette,
fantasizing about lonely
skillet replacement,
flying miles beneath
the unknown radiator’s
shipped and frosty
mashed potatoes.

Giving begets brackish zoos,
frittering our way through
simply sunken cemeteries
of gnarly post-war sandwiches
and tunneled traffic toxins,
peeling till the soused
accumulate in tepid ruins,
spun to centrifugal pentameter
by glowing pipettes
of chopstick bombardment.

Blouses erupt,
revealing bluish entendres,
scolding pestilence
and cross-hatched
miniatures of viscid earholes,
notched and grown
from pinnacles of furrowed
mime intrusion.

Fun gears up
for finned vocational police,
reforming the penultimate
decadal vent’s esteemed
effluvia of op-art possibilities,
posited ex post officio
in nonchalant exuberance.

Vertebral Haze

A crack extends headlong
into future banter bliss,
twisting parched ecstatic stone
to Frisbee furlong mysteries
of yet an altered otherworldly
synthesis of picturesque
dispersion melt from final
gullibility’s eschewal.

Processes sum rampant age,
rapaciously to fine wherevers,
plunging ink-line petulance
between enveloped fingers
of heady zonal combinative
cover churns, splashed to
byway dialect.

Bridal czars enclose
eventualities upon
nephritic notices,
tagging achy anemometers
with menial incursion sweat,
propped garrulous and chewed
to crags by swelling cobble
horsemen on derisive canters.

Parkas flit in blown asides,
humbly missing seizure tomes
of symptomatic orchestration,
quelling pedestrian rage
at balky front-seat saffron guides,
numbed to wavelength desolation.

Eyes track meat from puppet brows
to strung-out normals,
splicing down vertebral haze
with psychological umbrellas. 

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 Check out his experimental lit-rap video at He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

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