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John Pursch


Pemmican Napes


Appaloosa entities mix with vichyssoise and warmed orphic feelers, haggling for quarried clock hands. Hefty pliers fight within entropic ampules of chloride pain, assuming asymptotic waistline doom instead of cropped pontoon dings. Belfries co-opt bumpy ciliated wombats, steeling for puny magician stew, riven by molting placemats. Teasers fructify imploding hens, precessing toward subverted cowls, slobbering above drowned shambles of symbolic yeast. Catchers mist stacked propellers into chatterbox mestizo breath, cartwheeling under drivel balm repeaters. Distant noses hear Etruscan Grables on silent parade from storied taunts of Eden’s whimsical tirade, flashing seraphic quibbles when foyers craze emotive glaze with amateur coal. Staffing gulags rang off, pining for sweaty contrails, centrally dozing in coffee shop hay. We clicked chicken gills, thrown by impassive knights, craggy from slipstream vase cahoots, only to rewind feral sash polemics from dusted pemmican napes. Staggering bathrobe navies imbue scattered teeth with infancy, fantasizing about faces in lagoon marsh lamentation, wishing for marooned contradictory refusal. Sameness tows seductive mastiffs to timid showboat pairings, goosing caressed baiters with severed ovens. Grocery stench demotes relievers to penciled erudition, nixing neoprene enunciation. Formula prawns graph ethical berms without tectonic Mardi Gras diesels, softly clucking in Mandarin belief. Dialing a lone biscuit, gabled sooners pontificate on astral dotage, gilding culled lowlands with tarpaulin stoops. Rafters appall cretaceous liars, plunking up inchoate trellises for hovering fractals, geared to hooligan moxie. Skinks cremate study mousse brigades, grafting touchy nettles to battlefield cues. Carnal elders cart iffy membranes over foreign laundry, preening shelved income for peppered commissary chords. Cookies in exploding dynamos fill hands of terminal werewolves. Smiling flamethrowers urge unctuous popsicles to meet the boy next door, sampling dirges for toy partitions. Gauze implodes to earwig paranoia, primping caboose salesmen with beach tornado inklings. Whodunit axes fail tomorrow’s hatch wand, scouting nova lepers into refried tree line maize platoons. Granular crying jags spin gaseous putters into orphaned ironic spume, following oiled whiskers beyond catcall theories, waxed by Studebaker rivers. Blanks emerge solidified to nested eel fanatics, hacking out electric sonar herds, gobbled down and toothless, gumming blatant libel crew cut venom. Halting portents issue wanton food erectors, skidding poor tassels across a stucco fuse, arching for effacing gel.



Diagrammed Erasure


Humming faded flavors, dosage quirks inject emulsified scapegoats with lozenge hair, boiling furtive gargoyle teeth in elfin signpost sleeves. Splinters debark for novel scuppers, testing hexed hellions with orthoscopic tones. Sonar flint indulges parsed imminence, clicking under charred tendencies, cleaving dental crossbars from Bowery steam. All signifiers punt to triple yardarm loins, clothing darned believers in bereavement mutes. Sheep assume acknowledged glyphs, clash with sinusoidal isles, and smooch cadaver carbons, replicating vowels. Troughs glean veering cast mooners from sparse inertial dives, gilding limousines with bebop arcs in textured awnings. Entry bumps flaunt social grotto keychain oil, stitching goose feathers before clam fingers spoil. Salutary dressing hounds deface a venal wedding posture, dipping minted omens into changeling loot. Royal ankles overflow with louder bread lines, angling for a floating mermaid’s peptic quotient, driven to spartan wrinkles by effusive terns. Sprawling envy speaks to proffered issuance in tearful combs, coddling every pediatric swelter with dormant autumn sprees, helping shelved parriers to early lamination. Dentures calm a fording splinter’s chutney lattice feasts, crowned by antsy merchants. Stacks emote a costly venom, lifting besotted lies to summer whiskey, curtsying between inguinal hubcap clues. Farms begin to think of enervating climes, mating grocery mesas with crawdad iron anthills, glutting a homeward avalanche with woozy trembling. Barflies conceal repulsive chasms of sordid disbelief, relying on salves of salutary lamb to fossilize akashic sentence girders. Curdling herds imbue numerous arterial sprains, cloning engraved placemats for tenacious spoilers, heating fusion chips to polling bout illusion. Thistles ascertain elusive scarlet teachers boarding hobo mimes, though hiccups catch a kerchief mongrel’s radiation wobble. Lowly pulmonary seasons wrestle withered gallon hats for motto shakes, coating diagrammed erasure with freshly mown chrome. Seven sewn clearings reveal a lawful bandage, capping sultry gaskets with encircled minstrel daisies, guarded by fresh milk. Accords wrench asymptotic urban welts from queasy earshot, pumping up a spiral for misty coattail earrings. Whiffle bags imply esophageal laundry tokens, skimmed of beefy argonauts and serenading ordinaries, functioning on garish eateries in future eastside rookeries. Courtyard phalanx demographics pine for static symbols, bearing faulty choices to an altered demagogue’s secretion, piling fuses on revolving pyres. Piranhas fly to unlit spotted sentry floats, sifting ruffians from chestnut pleasure beets, painlessly devoted to vested carbuncles. Carotid plants embroil axed generals, populating sofa chimes with montage oil.



Genial Flagman Spew


Stillness glows beneath a figured snail, crossing white haystacks, senescent and piebald. Notarized ferry rolls smolder after partial fiefs succumb to hooligans in drogue spouts, pouring drill cake tears. Chutney legs congeal in lingual stoppage mites. Hovering crop stars vitiate heroic dowsers, trampled without a pendant, gargling mist soda in a pinched siren’s cashmere amulet. Havens oil abutments, crease an auger’s musty helm, and emphasize a statutory loper, cresting into crouton phases. Yelling into slavish night, pregnant thumpers lift a geriatric’s unclear malt, sipping drams of puzzled faces. Mice reward emotive pennies with nugatory strength of mint, flossing staunch panini for tandoori feelers. Assayed rudiments of shoveled pranks resort to quilted lullabies in loving pans of ruddy bagatelles. Hourly pharmaceuticals cover truculent amazons, clashing with clown vectors over circular stoppers of apoplectic heat. Elusive ballyhoos evoke shy errata, crafting girders from closed hermetic veal. Polling laps enumerate a symbiotic locus, staffing candid acorn rows with teak comparison. Escapades evolve in aromatic mambo jukes, lisping to canaries before unsaid rooms diverge, coping with Mexican garb. Chaff peaks at blunt acting welds, sufficing to sail to teen causeways, plowing snow cone pumps for pliant claws. Manly tapers cope with fiord limelight, trusting eukaryotic charioteers. Horizontal lancers plead for rustic mooring pores, filching nadirs from effulgent crones, bilious and crammed with powered eggs. Seven homesick bowlers guess at offhand pram remarks, secluded within frontage gnomes. Preened emulsifiers fuse, lending sapiential ice to groaning cranes, hammering chords in castaway gruel. Fluorescents mock a midwife’s comely huffing post, dressing down in surgical lockout fear, only to unseat a flyboy’s muriatic squeeze. Showing elms to trunked clinkers, horsehair Sikhs mean less than coverage heaves, swelling to trebled morsels. Heartless windings of galvanic rope, tropical or tasted, spin from coddled deckhand farthings, scratching snifters of crowbar dawn. Swigs calm genial flagman spew, summing overtures in glow-worm vials, stiffing paraglider crews.



John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. His work has appeared in many online literary journals and was recently nominated for the Sundress Best of the Net 2012 Anthology. His first book, Intunesia, is available from White Sky Books at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/whiteskybooks. Follow @johnpursch on Twitter or subscribe/friend john.pursch on Facebook.
 
 
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1 Comments:

Blogger Raymond Keen said...

When we speak or write, we communicate within human expectations: What we need from the other person or persons with whom we are communicating is expressed. The expectations of the other are foremost on the “mind” of the communicator. This is the ego-aspect of human communication. Verbal communication is our way of saying what we want, getting what we want.

It is difficult to comprehend that the relationship between truth and verbal communication is inverse. In mathematics, an inverse or negative relationship is one in which one variable, say y, decreases as another, say x, increases. For example, the volume of a gas is in inverse ratio to its pressure. Or, the further one drives a car, the less petrol one has in the tank.

The more and faster one speaks, with the idea of getting something that one wants from the world, the less we can understand what is really happening in the world. But we are not aware of this. We are blinded by the ego-aspects of language.

In these three prose poems, John Pursch subverts the relationship of ego-need and verbal communication designed to conform and cater to the other. We can experience his explosion of beautifully arbitrary language juxtapositions and, as they strike our sensibilities, we see language for what it is. Then we are able to see beyond -- to what is real, or what may be real.

Truth exists independent of our saying. Is it even possible to “say” the truth?

The poetry of John Pursch brings us to this insight and awareness. So pay attention, and listen, and you may experience (through the beauty of language) the bliss of being beyond and free of language.



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