Why Sand Congeals by John Pursch

The calendar slows to last hurrah of pistol breath, quite unexpectedly at first, then as graying matter corset spine, finally coming to forested ham in jellied whiff of crane. I can access frozen time, but cannot buy the wisdom damned to cursive heaps, somewhat due to syntax. Gravy reinterprets far-flung salient collusion, gonging vigil tones to shimmering dust.

Half knots chip away at festive maiden coyness, tasting island hophead sauce in perspicacious need. It all comes to fruition in gaveled calculi, probably shows of self-display or interrupted cavitation, slipped to mortal static. I cannot wonder why sand congeals, peeling regimental boxers. She just smiles eternal, pellucid deal fizzling to sunrise, sill truck grime wiped clear in one-day timer.

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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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