Wednesday, October 23, 2013

A Poem by John Pursch

Pistachio Operands
Punch cards saunter to the neutered tune 
of tenacious anthill soap dish trauma, 
streaming scorned pejoratives 
beneath feisty cube steak siege. 
Darkrooms reload, threatening 
entombed Choctaw cruft with traitor fluid, 
itching seepage for artless biplane scuffles. 
Swing shift depilatories staple hammocks 
to masticating shanty dwellers before 
chiral onset instigates crepuscular lung landfill. 

Heat almost shames a nearby connubial silo 
to sled down awning feathers, putting up with 
bogus stint mutation chews in steady offal’s 
scintilla of asymptotic nods.
Boarding the sweaty seminarians, 
a distant birch tree barks at striplings, 
trending to bubbling serrations 
of equestrian cork. 
Bumblebees beget ethereal favoritism, 
deputizing the Queeg of Phalanx in situ, 
flooding keyed thespians 
with cue ball cuneiform.

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 first 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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