Saturday, September 28, 2013

A Poem by John Pursch

Humpback Flash Gun

How far from heart-shaped taxis 
in uptown district squalor breath 
do grappling hugs smile in tonal 
happenstance construction, 
gone to flavored eczema 
in shingled reliance? 
Frozen to benefit hearings, 
cannonade umbrella chance pelts 
illusory myopic ethical pralines 
with dosage aspect infusion, 
ejecting blunt tracheas from 
mirrored forensic eyelet screws. 
Off to starlit monochrome ingredient birth, 
weaving engendered jelly roll plies, 
cantering poppies grow fairly well 
beneath the surfeit’s cooly enacted 
roaming fetters. 
Newbie janitorial stasis sinks 
ageless instruction pod brew, 
devolved to skinned chalk stirrups 
and prescient tonsils 
for graveyard dice cups. 
Used tarpaulins capture 
squid reagent lice in training burdens, 
smelting axial toxins for tundra hunters 
on ballpark delicacy parole, 
speaking terminal basis bowling tips 
to ashen hemp arrestor gents. 
She found a lasting long-legged laziness 
in futuristic waveform eyes 
and melted into loneliness with 
humpback flash gun syncopation alarms, 
replaced by temporal street closet doubt. 
John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. His poetry and fiction has appeared in many literary journals. His most recent book, Intunesia, is available in paperback from White Sky Books at . He's @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

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