Monday, July 27, 2015

John Pursch: A Poem

Ape Rehab Blinkin’

She had reached the penultimate turnstile,
beyond which loomed the gaunt felicitous face
of eponymous cocktails,
galas hex toroidal Nair,
bespectacled deities of pall bearer tundra,
extreme meridian psychosis,
implantation ordeals on abductee gorilla feet,
fleeing cadaver police,
numb chelated lozenge lovers,
rodeo encampment festivals,
torn tendrils of timely schlep machinists,
favoritism on iced vesicles of gunny sack hovercraft
in seamlessly cordoned mendicant woes,
bottled pocket saddle soap
on tiny raider earwig contraption pulleys,
wigged-out offhand mercury retorts,
spilt Venusian broadband isomers,
card room cataracts of flushly canned pencil imposters,
serial effacement boatswains,
loudly auspicious crowd erection straps,
paltry reminiscences of wild shoot creameries
and dappled eyesore soup replays…

“Shiny hortatory dime drivelers,
surviving Cinderella plaudit employment bilge
at toned times the screed of pounded shamble shanty tombs,
drowning trebled crates of buggy totem alimony skiffle
and bedridden terriers on sluiced paragon wax cannons,”
unzipped LL-25 from slowly passing overhead bifurcation
of pure temporal toss pot,
vehicular booty shore.

“Lookie fur a falsie echo of landing pattern
blue boy bayou ritual entourage acceptance wheel,”
she conned timidly,
coyly wan mired Imogene,
as spatially as any alarmingly desiccated dignitary
might spitefully reject,
given graven cravings for graveyard gravy
gallivanter galleon-go-lucky spice dream quadrature
of chosen flapping pie or suction figurine
or terminated torpor argot.

Kabuki Clem he tossed in
a certain prepositional torpedo tarp,
daubed with fresh acidic truncheon wishes
(culled from pages of highway minds,
bullion of tilled creation myths,
strayed outa the brains of luridly lured
and summarily abandoned pipsqueak population bombs),
and stammered in caloric upshot’s knife-edged glide
of slashed doorway look-around leer:

“Ketosis crammed ‘em into my crude carbolic playpen,
wedged for goodly cinder wills
till Dearth dost they hallways deport,
headed honey swan-way drip
to hookah canoes swear,
eye reconnoiter,”
kinda murmuring a solid burbling mumble
down old-time radio address of
Hefty Arse, Ape Rehab Blinkin’,
Crankin’ Stiletto Hoser Felt,
Psyched Icing Hour, JFK-17,
Cow Fin Leakage, Hobart Aft,
Swarmin’ Cheese Farting,
Itchy Hill Mouse Klaxon,
Hairiest Mutant, Rude Woe Whistlin’,
Theoretically Odoriferous Rooster Felt,
the Professional Wrestler and Married Hand,
hearing Gully Gun’s Sighing Landing Patina Blues

(broadcast from the Blurred Blank Studios
for the wholly unexpectedly abrupt and filially final
feral frugivorously foxtrotting time,
cloning in looped and clearly cast
to sedge furiously huffed sway locales as
Lacuna Peach, Trolling Pills,
Sam Harmonica, Same OhnoFred,
Redundant Bleach, Bongo Leach,
Married Pout, Musta Kissedher,
Blueport Niche, Pastadelta,
Aunt Harry O, Specific Palace Aides,
Hestwood, Sam Nerf Hand O’Folly,
Verbally Hills, El Bear, Dye A Pale Ray,
Moronic Old Car, …)

Spun shout,
threw haughty Lost Annulus bassinet,
resounding thatched famously phlegmed hole
with swirling swords of zwischenzug and zugzwang babies,
baking the slow-culled Burpee Boom scheme alike
sewn mulch dried potato breath,
chesty nutter cloned privation Ihadahoe,
heft ewe cadge mined grifter
(gruffly persnickety penumbral protuberances
be petrified in pied pejorative Plexiglas,
phoning fully flailed how perilously peripatetic
the lightning is getting).

Furious records swill hallways undulate
how fractious and stupor physically fossilized
the hauteur of this fading missive has become,
albeit becalmed by surgeons
(specific in colonnades and suppurating theaters
sneering at ewes, steer treater),
pet ovoid flurries of  hand-to-sand bombast
are mercifully trundling south of pavement,
diced to now jest futilely fulfill this sign of frozen sage.

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