by John Pursch
Rumpled pops out of context (ash
easy snowing tabby dune swan candy particulate Sunday) and rumbles with furor:
“Gash, chest two excite beyond
thawed intro, swooned pea hand tambourine bat who tureen, feral licker stack
combine to drip elapsing whistle cop across a risen wayward melt to dowser
slip-in, lowdown sleep, dressed in fallen crater room, swell-to-shelter pronate
glom, prom-shop squeaky packing crowbar psylocin, whereabout in topless oops,
more microbial pal friction, Hubba cupcake flood cap ice cream island slant of
lunging sight chemise, seed a binocular medical auction with classy eyelids;
gosh it’s sweaty again!”
I ache, I tumble into sinking
quicksand wherewithal, swapping clones for newborn lozenges, lounging gizzards,
geezers, gewgaws, autumnal antiphons of acrid architectonic anchors, animals on
autonomous animosity, artful foulers, bylaws befalling bedfellows, belligerent
barracudas blinking below decks, Pleistocene placemats plucked of all awls,
transformed to typologies of crammed tumescent zebras on facile Rastafarian
safari.
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