Wednesday, December 5, 2018
John Pursch - Four Pieces
Late, later than late-night gnus gnawing on an open third rail, tongues glued to iron, to steely-eyed turpentine junkies, sniffing the night away and into owed blimp blimey bovinity, cattle swan song harmony etched in faces of the benighted few, the manly-go-lucky, the montage of spinning dog, spun Chihuahua deep in a sonorous desert aria, soliloquizing in feral fast-forward, flipping out to unlimited amity, armchair avidity, ambulatory tepidity, turbid timidity, a dit-dash-dotty doubt line where changelings reconnoiter, impermanence unfounded.
Slippery ink, swelling northern calipers gently tucking infancy to bayou sleeper car, four-star dynamo in oceanic pitch-and-chutney, polar pub crawl, puttering about in slathered ape philately, milk crate bunch of guestroom lavatory squeak.
Crime tear past ball pomegranate outa sidebar uterus at Speedo sounding gourd, skillful cabling partner pitchfork tune; swamp tar catchall shavings monitoring nightly mews, meows, inverted aureoles, invented aerial combustion urchins, whimsical and full of sumptuous premises, motions to repeal, lowly electric pollution barrier intact.
Far from fleeting placard pies, shirtsleeve sandwich Oreos, pinwheel pop-up longings, wrecked intensity conned clear outa intersection men, wholly under city trees; bombardiers believing pompous plastic inanity, what telestrators spew.
2. 3:20 AM
Hibernal wind falls in sheets of cloud through time-lapse functionary discipline, sending sprawl across planar release of cotton form fit. Continuity blends with subtle margin, feeding supple rest in serried pupils, frosting hourglass mechanic hands to rust. How flexible, this poplar field, in winding cavalcade of spectral nuance. I seem to evaporate in frozen peal of evening bell, of harbor town in stable osmosis, turning into sleep. Planted reliquaries finger ampersands, mingling starboard wake within a clearly melting heirloom. Often benefitting from seagulls, the sky towers insensate, pulsing in vivid tumbleweed of cloud inflection. Confectionary salt emerges autumnal, branching through seaweed, pickled wax manifolds of sartorial disguise, and listing merchant manacles of ice. Flowering hillsides speak of everlasting sunrise, spring surprise, torpor cast of solid oak, swelling ingot jetty breaking utter watchword codicil to steam. Area hugs exhaustive methods, foreshadowing augmented minutiae of opening day, scouring the seafloor, numbing operands of silent cooperative vendettas. Samovars overflow with grain, excising sweet meats in lieu of golden gluttony. Axial whoppers infer agrarian tomato yields of trebled pasteboard quality, of inseam roller spine-to-cookie rolling pin, of inclusionary felt. Sour potato sinks in murky oily fishpond, selling ringside seats to fungi, flicking on elastic ceiling panel gleam to soldered muscle. Avuncular islands impute logical helpmate ease, lifting crooked pestilence to atmospheric demitasse. Swans ring out the old fear of living, strains of hallway blues reverberating down plunging necklines. Skewered teams awaken, crying to hermetic emissaries of the night for mandatory weeks in hibernation, ventral opulence impending. That, in a naughty optical sail, is birth, which always allows for allocated aliquots, alimentary mentions, affluence in the face of self-effacement, gnawing metaphors, sunken sighs, seamless segues into lowered imitative holism, carbon body bags, hexagonal stacks smoldering on distant isles.
3. Nanosecond Bra
The foisted sentience of all who seize on rolled scribbles must vanquish the entreating treadmill, the furious goalies of nocturnal treatises gone to simultaneous groaning. Anchors sway in freezing rain, snapping purple waves of insurrection doubt from the jurisprudence of shallow pinnacles.
Soaring leeward pumphouse fleets impute of wooden goobers, futile in the mouths of distended antediluvian switchbacks, box-top radiation felt, Velcro on the salvific shell, purveyors of the earthen vesicles notwithstanding for a moment, a fusillade of futuristic fugu, a figment of aisles in windowless compartments, of cabin logs and elevate crop squares, critical airings; offhand segues into passed balls, ensiled pitchforks, needless stays of elocution, motile lotion, collimated polo crowns, flagellated foxhole frowns, simian emblems singing.
Oh, the humidity, the inanity, a plethora of articles, of of of of of of of of, over and clover a cleaver of cleavage, caloric mistake, ken kin cobbled into tonal sonar antonyms, agreeable forearms; stipulating penguins, penciling in dossiers of dateline dosimeters. To dry land, mythos of Ithacan core, furriers above the cardiac girdle, attending to a mild sleepwalker, an ambulatory son of nanosecond bras. Sweetness came over me, washing income fruit capacity; escape prom demotion wigs atop elusive zebras. Catch all ye canoe, boatsman; whisk immortal rapids off to tender canyon dairy pies, swooping fallacies, aplomb a furtive crane.
Semblance of a howitzer, swing set swoon has all an aneurism could’ve axed a forlorn looping masquerade of pineal pyre and antelope yore for which for many foreground tattoos. Serried occasions plop through the tough-guy frontier commodity of sworn necropsy, agoraphobia, and wise guy grunting eulogy for funk, oil, and clockwork call-girl aptitude (what be tested for and inculcated by gradient scrolls in all the finest laudatory yet barely audible crumples of stilted lingua Franceska; oh to see her just once again but they tell me she’s long gone and so am I; perhaps the images were all illusions and can never oh no too terrible but maybe yes of course it’s clear as well as any clarity can be or can it, too, defy existence?).
Falling into word horde, emerging invisible as only an existential kumquat can, cameras do the next best imaginary fling, capturing the mold, a melded adipose indemnity, velocity in merged illumination, bunting rippling over transom of a bakery in afternoon’s wheezing taxi line chronometer, plastic haze of dated pages, paucity in newly printed cringe, to state line chaser submarine.
4. Venezuelan Love
Sampled dime store rodeo, terminating beachball, extras on a frock parade, inner mutant flax police in iron itch, disabled by a bunch of torn collaboration legs. Airy pot stickers fight homey illusions with metaphysical porpoise. Skyline werewolf imitates sandy orchard enemies of ermine misconception, miscegenation, microbial philanthropy, and commonsense cicadas, circling the laughing nadir. A penchant for pedantic uncles prints Plexiglas vibrations on theistic implants, housing crow silence where yeast spittoons roar.
Angular mocha levitates inching insinuation belt, prolongs concavity in sisterly proxies. Cowhands slur asymmetrical overdoses within propositioned crayon fumes. Lead me to a seen saw, extolling yardwork, furious catnip, pocketed pollution. Slanted gumbo polygons eschew drywall under laminated pilot flavor. Scratchy wicks combine to salivate between two apoplectic chirpers, partners in microbial pylon sales, polling stamped villagers for hemmed presets. It’s a bagel to pardon an incipient mound, dwelling on miniscule profundity, but embers flee to hopscotch sleep in shoveled army auras. They prance, they wiggle; it all depends on haircuts. Pangs offer younger avian wonders, understudies in disguise, preppy to skate off without a songbird.
Contrails amass four desperate hellos for every utterly preposterous movie. Hear me, creosote! Snowy chariots collide in homeschooled logic. Scapulae protrude exuberance, squelching luddite tailings. Scions offer scientific ontology and deprive homunculi of missing fossil craters, mirth updating conical device. Felt swoons at the fetal seaport’s showy auditorium, mixing pixelated threshing halves in grainy filigree. One somatic tributary fills the seasoned face with smiles, with likelihoods and prognoses, nauseating prognostications of shucked excess, courtroom bombast, stillborn pewter, mourned emphatic roadhouse cures, panegyric palliatives, lollipops in mimeographed quotidian leaves of glassware.
Cuneiform bras, belief in miniature, mediocre lures, allude to mutilated captain’s chairs. Handing over monkeys, we obfuscate the humid compression of thought; of dovetailed chains, churlish chimney steeplechase, and soldered military night. Musty hens drop doubled ache of fused sighs, syndicating sleep deprivation at precisely the first climatically implored comet. Flagstone rupture fixates on gowned crescent sandwiches, kissing crustaceans, seeing thrown Cossacks hurl a window sash a hundred miles beyond Smolensk, napping canonical postprandial deluge bedaubed bedamned bedraggled bedridden, a hundred smiles from mossy caveman va-va-voom!
Where oh how or whenever one can’t continue to cater to two or more eels, in choral coda epilogues or effective lassitude or swollen wristwatch underbody, carriage cane to perish bygone swordfish shunt oblivion, interminably literate, compendia imploding on a duck’s scenic moniker. Camphor navigates a well-worn tapestry, inundating titled appendectomies with woolen ampules. Often suffrage lectures in a subtitled column, taking in defiled souls. Gradual causeways prepend basaltic blues to pillbox sax controls, evolving Venezuelan love.