Blue-Hot City

by John Pursch

Crossing seventy-seven seas, the good chip off the holy blockhead blocks for Carbuncle Slammy, to be sure and short and unleavened breadboard but completed by carbon, cordoning off and on and conjunctivitis be damned, bedaubed, be rent asunder to asymptotic symptomatic astigmatic strobe light spelunking hex in speedy pedestrian exhibition.

Heave, sigh, heavenly ho-hoe-toe to sidecar swollen so-and-so, the merest fame of topiary ethical hoot owl from tumors east of Knicker Pocket or Aqua Towel Yenta, self-shamed Manny O’Painian bungle internecine ganglion, changeling jangle Jumbo Chet, boldly coned off by pasty-topped mountains on a flashy fleshy tanned and tawdry buxom bottomless pontoon spit and eighty-handed bridge and buttress overlooking a figurine; satrap situation dish, crawfish chimera, mechanical munitions farm, fan of manacled animal spurts.

Slung participle to cloned bezoars, seaborne blubber, plastic flak and looking back to parking lot trysts with soldered holster travesties about a cooling flake of snow-white punk in sea to hiding smitten easy stream of canned innocence, animated impish youth inventing pawned lucubration.

Who knew, who cared for shaven lads and lassies in a side-saddling escapade extravagance, wading out to Muffled Gecko Itchy Coke, conspiratorial cries of “Goal goal goal goal goal goal!!!” at savory plausibly deniable pregnancy, pardoned at the clearest shot he chutes he scours he chutney shouts he curses soft-core meltdowns into sighing screams, ecstatic antimony auctioned off and honeysuckle under delectably auspicious dungarees?”

“Thawed ewe Scot my otter tare, dint cha-cha-cha?” swigged Mastodonald Ox Prepario, Lux Imperator of tanned tousled timbre-thumping piebald pelters, smelting smallish oar box casters cinder clocked by Your Nuke Naked lucidity at portly sours, a shipboard secondhand fin parade to parts asea alee abridged of shallow worlds. Concatenations abut in clear fallow scholar’s fame, thundering slapdash chrome in winks at flown mule hypostatic hip-chuggers.

“Swat pretty birds ye salve, sway how dear in slowed caloric Humidor of scantily plaid rhododendron tinge, to frosted speck insecticide, ablution quail predominance, perforce imputed sanctity of your old pestilent repine!”