Sunday, September 13, 2015

John Pursch- Three Poems


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


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