poem || John Pursch

Form From Form

Twiddling bindles haul sidebars

to loaf compression meets,

sandbag cochlear madmen

with therapeutic rhythm,

and singe harmonic turrets

in deep-fried alley whey.

Volunteering for sunset,

crews enable moored delectables,

filling turtle heads with thumps

of disheveled beachball bowels,

slipping out to sorbet seas.

Collapsible drains tail swollen dreams,

lifting daylight stamens beyond

a sceptered grappling hook,

saddling porous cacti

with landmark ague,

spinning into Tuesday.

Gloves subtract flint formation

from formaldehyde lagoons,

impressing sunny dais detractors

with magma grazers,

pining for tie racks.