2 poems || John Pursch

Frontal Sleep

Hartaspay wai awluvus encyst on 

grovelin flummy point as who to be, 

rurally ever chosen to simply stop

at moments, urging us to clarify 

the passing cloud, glowering at arms, 

keeping smartly dashed courtiers 

for youthful gazes. 

Hostels overflow, libidinous ends galore, 

cashing in coastal grazers for soupcon chives, 

firming up an awesome edge, ergonomic latches 

spread to geyser pouch, lent to viral Nefertiti;

gets harem diurnal claims in seminal polarity, 

ductile dreams, and goobers of graceful grout, 

between da thyme dat’s sew incur abomino. 

Sinuous caretakers lift a woolen doormat, 

chilling all the lazy grifters with kicks of 

frontal sleep, leading us ta mervalat wut 

moitle be damoost everlastin oxen, 

cragu simple odie efferfective noosten of

da prayer, unto cars der bayin answered 

bitsy Juan und bersum comely unity. 

Stadiums coil in exhale’s humid tort, 

glazing the orator’s flushed browser,

inanely splendid so senty octal indie 

empty pit, whoxie darrutian sprennil 

quon prumiat mock tier en boxer, 

ecremier swine, orgamulous chariot 

to crown a cudgel, grinneth spine 

cod our fendumen watch. 

Storing cracks in ample sidecars, 

pinning cons on royal gams,

ursine balms address the dawn,

stretching a truth table’s eulogy,

taut as only panties can be.

Ayeyes Vooroom

Low veneers of fumigation 

rock their loosened footfalls, 

dressing Latin oracles for migrant 

oinkin ‘bout a graph, sorta willy-oldie, 

fleein phar the whitest ruly oast, 

endies sloth spon bluriphon icious. 

Mousetraps spill a wizened overture, 

cordless and idiosyncratic, idly stealing 

the warm autumn heir’s crest outa

veeper, tweezin human hock tarper, 

anting on an empty crone. 

Observers fry Geraldo feelers, 

stashing anteriors for future plaudits, 

canonized in stickball’s Teflon bum,

flan to reaching wash in eberten 

crom per honest whirple, 

hailin Scotchie hendersal. 

Handled with a plumb line’s deftness, 

aptitudes emaciate a laudatory archway, 

delving into offered resins; swing the sun 

to central, into ephronotic cree, down on

her tenemba glower, marty aftil soom, 

espargi hoctile fragrant eyeful 

embers black ta moonin arb. 

 

Helping a sworn deputy, thrill seekers 

ride the fastest neural locomotive, 

gargling cheap soda with framed 

manila voters, fencing off ampersands 

of youthful need, blurtin “Ayeyes vooroom!”

where bogus pewter’s hidin sleap.