Painting With Flares
Horsehide graftscoat starchy bumblebee quartets,
onerous and strangely fragrant,
slicking funereal fangs
with damp detergent dross.
Hip checks court a ciliated earringin daylight tap-dance taupe,
gushing spiteful birthright clamor,
prancing into crux release.
Buildings spawn in gleaned collusion,flicking tasseled telephones
at browning governors,
yearning to deify a rosy peak.
Incubating mufti feedersdefalcate a paratrooper’s final frown,
elicit glowing pork, and fructify
the policy of trading knees,
painting riverbeds with flares.
Secretions eat awayat full-bodied barrage balloons,
humidifying jugular resection’s
motile preference for shaft inspectors,
filtering blast furnace follicles
in bowties of crowded bunions.
Sweltering hoses gird dialed tendencieswith charismatic previews of mimed testimonials,
idling at the spackled hovercraft’s shingled prow,
finished off by trunks of selfish undertakers.
Hoping for tattered kisses,semiotic amulets prevaricate
till dinner hours congeal,
recede to summer placemats,
and hint at interior matrons,
sewing yearnings from sticking point stew.
Heaving ho, elderberry crumble freaksdefy the quasi-stellar hospitality
of pheasants in a sickeningly bawdy county,
immersing glued entrails in honeyed trivia.
John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. His work has appeared in many literary journals and was recently nominated for the Sundress Best of the Net 2012 Anthology. His most recent book, Intunesia, is available in paperback from White Sky Books at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/whiteskybooks. He's @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.