Friday, January 24, 2014
5 poems || John Pursch
How Barf Lacks
Indie trite hound codas
swerve at fine dining sores,
canning given circumcision
for bunk bed chill charades,
steamily rending outer hunks
at precessing polar heist climbs,
axing tensile shrugs
from librarian clocks.
How barf lacks
one scanned glow
while naked hens canoe,
tiptoeing past vowels
in constant string suction’s
tree hearse alimony bib,
graven over ad hoc stovepipe
chatroom popularity feet.
Once Apron Etude
Amazing amanuensis artillery anxiously asserts every ogling headlong assumption, commandeering mulish low-rider precedents for consequential depravity’s newly flagellated temblor of tambourine pith and fairly baleen equivocation, slumbering too far below a hovering selector’s trained pathways.
Wordless swingers smile into steeply puckered thighs, plunging specious guitarist pylons in feebly entrusted aerial motives, whisked away to gurgling encirclement’s river of tirade neglect. Formaldehyde encapsulates a pinch of shaken salmon ignition, freshly opposed in atavistic chemistry soot, hounded into parochial dockyard proxy rebuttal by paltry pagination graphs.
Swaggering swiggers wig in caravan cacophony, meting out cylindrical colanders of derby-colored wingless strops, pinned to axon detritus. Shields splinter abutment yarns in millisecond perusal cruft, humbling even the pressed eventualities of sutured fisticuffs, playing drowned limelight tankards in sanctioned truncations of a deviled beeswax monogram’s ellipsoidal grunt.
Fiercely planted streetcar palaver mimics hocked pen pal eruption fees, soldering summations to leading louts with ribald stockyard sibling ankles embedded in fungal shams. Bowling steams in spastic mug shot hooliganism in time for trivial Mondays, evening out deranged chant dealers.
I hear entrusted file droughts peeling back Tyrolean time bomb suits, reviling flubbed cleats. Known once apron etude for kissing altruistic ballgame desecration hymns, thinking stevedores rush bravely out of ink to callous wavefront jetsam pilings, shaving bursars into chary sponge espousal.
Cue Ball Contrails
Lunge-ass thinking holed up in neither
tree lines nor candied clifftop dungarees,
plenty of denuded sophisticates hashing
weighty torsion feathers into useful
one-word semaphores of regional import,
sure to mooch off innate ivory shuckers.
left wanting inner knucklers,
shaven from drowned town centaur felt,
smoothly fitted cue ball contrails spreading
warnings out to lighthouse pancake slip-up cranes.
Hefty weeds crowd stake aweigh,
shifting chains from slinky dough
in boggled cattle all the spay
to flossing mainspring settlers,
crossed at glandular trickle stops,
manned by shorn malts and feral jeans.
Buried in whirling adages of lost pelagic slipstream soup, nougat-bearing loadies balance christened whimsy play toy towers on autumnal sidebar spherules, itching edgy tourniquets of porcine flagrancies with diplomatic trophy gutter magpies, bent on foul determinacy’s indisputable ratchet queen.
Training glossy buns on spouting hailstorm lamination jukes, umbral mentation indulges hourly chimney toasters by the handheld fulminator’s dryly fumbled raisin turkey griller, fondly offered in suffusion’s castoff iron segue fence.
Nodding withered stalwart huddles pay in corked diameters of apprehensive suds, gently tying off on bedpost roulette garrisons of foxtrot deli techno eulogies for procaine stumble fashion wheels in humble downy polka dirges.
Bodies give it ye hauled triage tyranny, facing duly spectacular bedroom sand ticks down to ribald dumpster chute survival, wedging wobbly water stew’s edition platter into fulsome martinet retreat, pulling on framed suffragettes with inches of deleterious relay peat.
Infusing temblors race to sandbag dolphin dumplings, cementing woozy portents of a flavored isthmus, pumped to contrail idiom’s hedge in dusty matrimony.
Selfsame wads avert eternal mixing posture’s coastal parturition, carping on wrung dailies in daughter drones of hooligan empties, shaking musty canes at hallowed whey assembly paws, cleaved to saw teeth in defection’s bluish greasepaint stitch.
Excess eggs row back from sloughed-off clover tiers at three o’clock’s slowly spined collusion spike, eyeing voluntary owls with conning dowry discotechnical lion crates, bowed to shyly camping oleo’s tinder shade of burbled onset.
Turgid opportunities insist
on mass communal caissons,
remanding allied salt replay
for altercation demons.
Paradise invades secluded
barter tombs with bottled caulk,
puddling into queasy cordite glue.
Keeping luck tea locked down low,
blending over fly nest hokum’s
wooden tabula gracias,
peaking hinges flame
pecan wader wheat
with hallway tendencies,
ugly groans descaling
shaven tees with