Saturday, September 14, 2013
poetry || John Pursch
Risible nouns pour
on frosty whippoorwills,
trembling in precession haste.
Gaveling cropped seedlings to Danish pasties,
my flavored floodlight gooses lime and lavender
from fleshy icicle crocks for hankerings
of classroom tarts.
Sweaty skylights trip a waffle detector,
hopping isthmus pawns in beckoning chirp waders,
cobbling nursery palms from gumshoe termination.
Mooning wartime foreheads with shadow pox,
goulash trepans acoustic stylus monks
for breastwork poplar stilts,
whittled to missing easel soup.
Icons bay at dehydrated gnomes,
itching to dwell on supine Ferris wheels,
mocking burritos till pundits hire
the noontime Parisian chaff
for dawdling lesion retrieval,
craving fine sand.
Cornish gams heed the motile six-shooter,
clanging lips when ethereal handball nuts
escape to knotty quintets.
Prom Tomato Fins
Octal crusaders decimate pubescent eels
with clocking maze roulette decay
for timidly gawking middlemen,
pulling on Dacron sweeteners.
Dainty hitchhikers inflate brocaded lug nuts
for beeping paroxysmal peccaries,
schmooze till overdrawn,
and leave belated breadbox boons
with caterpillar quotients.
Throwaway niceties phone depilatory sawbucks
for escrow’s simian armful of arrowed fungoes,
stapling keystone carp to lurid henchmen,
browsing eyeteeth for serendipitous collisions.
Minutes transpire inviolate,
bluebirds vitiate oligarchical wingtip shrews,
and sycophantic serenades convolve
with whitewashed poise retraction,
living laundered daylight’s
speckled birdbath delay
in ski lift octogenarian scrunch.
Why would pawns eschew mice parolee stew
instead of acrid fistulas when puffins stratify
a penguin’s piebald crescent nametag?
cross impassive tarts
with prom tomato fins,
twirling necrophiliacs in foveal disgrace,
plowing inch by waving formulaic ostrich
through serrated quicksand.