by John Pursch
Glassy
knots offer holistic socket pumps to rolling pardoned casualties of soaring
selfless gorgon wharf repeater glaze, spotting helpless elms in dirty handheld
sofa lace, pleating grass to softly humping shrouds of leather alabaster waves.
Handle
me roughly, hordes of rainy grime, in fields beyond a stupefying lea, framed
with seasoned lip-sync joy of perforating wheeze within a shell-shocked
disembodied huckster’s frozen knuckle handball dipstick.
Flooding
flounder vitiate a vitriolic capstone’s cooly capsized dashboard pew, spawned
to rototiller gravity in pending situational deflection breath, mingling hourly
with showy veteran memories.
Blankets
frosted, hokey septum, itchy hairball mastodons, in prowling fuel tank
sympathy, exposed to hogtied elements of periodic waistline hustle, pinned to
dank edition daughter linkage, pawning earless hoopster cocoa to Prussian
armature shakers, bending decks for fidgety throw rugs…
Goners
whale Nefertiti’s canoe to flail in questioning disgrace, disheveled hounds
dismantled in babble floor crime sensation prayers. You still pick athletic
star charts, framing rump house cortex meals for gin stump shovel hoops,
cheering on courageous middlemen to minute-munching domicile creation,
trenching adroitly.
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