2 poems || John Pursch

Cream Puff Larks

Stored waders glance 

from swords to spiny 

newcomer crumble kits, 

suturing two gathered knees 

to conning flour canasta victims, 

pressed toward encrypted masthead hips 

by dance hall crow dementia’s 

flurrying hourglass pronation module. 

Hats worm torqued 

swayback water paws 

to hexing spawn cream puff larks, 

coddling flocked grog implosion 

vixen feeders with insidiously 

punctured ventral semolina 

racetrack fits of histrionic 

stereotypes, aphids on etheric laps, 

and crenellated bicycle tents.

Playpen Cocktail Panic

Gnawing ateliers from

sumptuously verdant reality jowls,

piers defect to creature fumes

of tangled fairground luminaries,

holding foul assonance

for cottage spandex credo tongues

on prolix decimation galley cruise

eschewal motes.

Split sea poop deck telegraphs survive

in prolonged sanguine leather sheen,

golfing inventory ration cores

to feathered mammal

prayer duct consequences,

humbling seven treasonous debunkers

with shiny hands.

Cemented notions sate

theosophic fitness preeners

on courtside dalliance betrayal’s

virulent nuance of nonchalance

and feral oozing gator grip

from tooth-line mystic plethora

to boomtown sonar ichthyology,

pinning traumatic swine

to playpen cocktail panic.