Spilt Bento by John Pursch

Canker toodles seeping cup line, blanket fools key bandied, mindful spools of frozen floss betwixt a twitching dandy’s philatelic forelocks, fledgling phonemes, pheromones in mimed harmonic calories, lunging limpid and livid, half-asleep and unaware of cowlick clef routine.

Then there’s spilt bento, plenty of dime-store volition goatee surround, chaps who help themselves to salted orts aligned on A-line awnings, frond June heresy due spunky cankle-panky wrist torch pemmican, pellucid pomegranate stroking forked perspicacity down lithium sayings to hayseed songs of dank he you’d all peep it upchuck, witless curls bedazzling.

Dusty prawns emit tidily imbued buttered scones, coned connubial concavity, captive calipers, Calypso casuistry, calving Calvinists, calumny called culinary by cold cucumbers, solipsistic cistern salesmen safely situated sideways so sloppily, soothing celestial Silesians south of Sumatra’s semisweet symphonic cyst.

John Pursch
John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice nominated for Best of the Net, his work has appeared in many literary journals. His most recent book, Intunesia, is available in paperback at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/whiteskybooks. Check out his experimental lit-rap video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l33aUs7obVc. Follow his work @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

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