Pallid Blue by John Pursch

Criticality culls the capillary byway of turbid gravity, mooned tumescent unity, and fulminating glory, storming the simple sanctuary of one remaining shellfish. At last, propositional pupae pump palaver properly down gartered thighs, delivering fresh newsprint to a scribbled nation.

How many pages can dance the beastly scan of deftly wielded knife, connubial collusion, cartwheeling deliquescence, dollops of diaphanous chemise spilled in violet? The mossy import of ordinary life, randomized in refrigerated overload, hyphenated orphans, and casual strolls.

Molten time accretes in slow suburban traffic, pumping filtered cigarettes across the globe. Barred humanity convolves in desperate need of warmth, of oddball optometry, of tactical immunity. Humpbacks sound for algae and furious seaweed, bubbling deep in the fettered regional finals of yet another yawning housewife (backbeat of our industrial society).

Smoldering croutons amble separate and alone down sleepy city avenues, stranded taxi blinking in refracted storefront lunacy, baked to seat-back tourniquet of pallid blue.

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 Check out his experimental lit-rap video at Follow his work @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

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