Thursday, November 29, 2018

Octopi in Stairwell


by John Pursch


Squeegee squawk invigilator, pond to pounded orator, catwalk slink to origin of plastic impresario, fencing flank or phlogiston in soup parolee discotheque or tonic asp atonal bridge, capped with open apiary. Iliac beneath emergent siren, screaming valence vitriol in anvil of an earwig heresy.

How clams come to, insensate yet irregular, stumblebum umbilical secreting caricatures of shovels used in dowsing or shallow quay parrying for cretins who sired the once ambivalent flying porpoise, capitalizing on a missing city.

Aft ewe shill fallow knee, eye slake hit data hall oven helluva hullabaloo and Quonset clue. Weight! This Justinian: the seasoned have begone, spelunker; bygone blowgun spattering a dispatched fellow gypsy with gypsum bullets, pallets of impropriety, umpires on pyloric release from eighteen bottles of myrrh.

Rhythmic ecliptic hasp earned its egress, tea shaken seizure, muffled pie the Cattle of Dimly Lit Daisies, chained to gathering tundra, churning upper collars, addled plaque to backyard shoals climbing stray sandbars. Do eyes reflect the scans of amity in seamless clocks, or treetop infamy of families aflame in tightrope alacrity?

Cinders view a furtive time, curling swans, carloads of leggy agronomists issuing hands. Hems hold glitzy counterfeits, sending hoodlums down empathic ambits. Chasms spawn eclectic vacuum, anthropological giddiness, screwhead octopi in stairwell.

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