by John Pursch
From timed machinations
to national ironies,
stepping stones plunge
in coughing fits,
convulse in lounge acts,
and fuel the boulevard
with swollen steel.
Woolen eyes peer unbuttoned
from beveled bits of pied
voluminous coal,
telegraphing impious
industrial secretions.
Elegance in purebred earshot,
fulminating freckled faces,
fully genetic drawstrings
come stumbling down
to blacktop basement
hooligan election-speak
of train stop shards
to discontinuous oddities
in swerving technicolor aardvark,
semisweet perennials
aglow in summer rain.
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