Furry Gin by John Pursch

Exaggerated popsicle tames scintilla thimble and fumes at irreparable cucumber loin, celebrating ferrous peat.

Forlorn photographic lubrication fits one-time ancillary polyps into glut container, populating ambitious girth.

Where, with all the scorned particles of heavenly ankles, can swans not sling a frozen carrot in keystone calliope, in umbral or feverish patricide, knotted into calm occluded hats?

Clapboard stream behind the feathered but picayune mosquito quotes, flipping over and antler a hundred houses, clashing again when noon has atonal bibliographical virulence, swelling mutations beneath a sparkling cider.

Crazed arcade appendages grapple and grovel simultaneously, tugging at pseudorandom eyesores, sifting redoubtable salt. Knobby kites and knolls of lemon wheels peel an ouch of furry gin.

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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