Monotonic wrestling pairs converge on spiritual racetrack dwellers, hawking space-time wares of fleshy bodice counterfeit illusion capers, draped in solving volume carapace confusion kitsch of duty, cockatoo concoction grease, and snow-flambeau of juicy heron overkill.
Primping before a mirrored catapult deploys near Syracuse, Hark the Mediator finds he’s staring into dusty plains above Tyrrhenian seascape enfilade of javelins, javelinas, and shoddy Grecians, spurning whitecaps and speckled cupcake grout from somnambulant grotto geysers.
Sold to salivating gypsies for shekels on the sandy collar, Snowbound Crates the Sacked and Vilified Fastidious Disguiser of Champagne Parthenon Palooka Brains finds that he, too, has been hoodwinked by the mastiffs (hummus masquerading as dog-and-phony showtime girls), rending his philosophical meanderings into only so much galleon slop.
He breaks his bat against the switchboard sandwich aisle’s containing rail, asks for scoffing teaser meat, and winds up satisfied in slot satiety’s flavored oven (scads of ghetto alleyways beneath appalling cinder cones of windowless apartment blocks, spilt Sobeit-style in Sixties Lemongrab suburbia, crawling from burned-out city limits to Ma’scow rail line aqueduct of false diffusion peppercorns and smooth decay to antelope delusion semaphores, sold perilously close to Spearian experience of Jetway hollering in goulash plot to stymied doorman bookie glide down Fully Velveteen sipping centroid).
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.
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