Sunday, August 30, 2015

John Pursch- Three Poems

Memorized to Sawdust

O myriad resistive tendencies
that burble in the nightly wallet’s
sleeved infusion snow routine,
flecking Amelia’s green eyes
with South Sea landing patterns
of coral attributes attributed
to fading fuel gauge readouts
in dialed-to-dullards solipsism
of Nappy Knee flotilla feet
in barge line bughouse tugs
that labor in the haze of blue
subtropical relief to certain
block incarceration finitude
of raw decadal conquest!

Shelled empirical futility
objects in vain to steaming
Your Nuke coffee shop
in drizzling early morning
doldrums wade to county beach
house caravan of ants in teeny
probability collusion,
hoping for an angled tryst.

Floss still hangs
from ancient teeth
in gum line brawn
of chosen breaker
intercession on behalf
of all the favored numismatic
clipboard juggler cowling kids
of cooling periodical entrainment,
memorized to fine sawdust.

Punctuated Night

Ventured papillary butter
flies in hourly tour selection
grooves to arching daylight
sera scalar calibration owls,
spinning wires of thermos kludge
calypso patter’s sewn projectile
sentience for lapping bezel
salients of paddy surge
in ochre taste estates,
cocking gamete spleef rejoinder
floozies between fulminating
plasticity’s gapped centuries.

Why do periodic piecemeal
thunder clams equivocate
against electric starlings,
cropped to tuneless
punctuated night?

Who poses
for unanswerable
quotients of moaned
denominational domains
of webby patchwork role addenda,
seeking talon cap seclusion’s
tapped turmeric?

Double-dotted highwaymen
encounter clue reaction elegance
in trichinosis nemeses,
visibly coruscated
with scarce miter soap.

Cobbler Era Referenda

A clear liquid pours through me,
filling blood and bone and every living cell
with marginalia and margarine
from salad days gone far into the treetops
of misbegotten hamster tread mark
trapezoids of fueled erotic basements
and tangled pairwise incomplete
excisions of overtures to God.

Prayer ducts find their way
to fully matrimonial minutiae,
plodding in rocked window flecks
through certainty’s extended span,
held to countertop grain
by stolid pone of piloted yore,
slipped to prison fighters
by balmy barter days
of memorized ablutions,
hopping pinnacles of pyre behavior.

She might be sitting calmly
in loose café exuberance
of fairly free comparison
to tolling bel canto imitation
nylon submarine gun wombs,
shading a step toward center field,
pensively immune to
summer tides.

Paradoxically encrypted
fractional equations
elude solution mist,
spraying satin sheen veneer
on finely carved iconic hoots
of howling import polio,
serenely placing wooden species
of eight or twenty bounty tumblers,
safer than entrained police can fructify
a jellyfish to cobbler era referenda. 

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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