Friday, March 13, 2015

A Poem by John Pursch

Perforated Smoke

I first laid eyes on her
in noon-hour standoff
certainty of contrail breath
swirling swallowed heat
to thighs of disrepair.

She struggled
to speak in
blinding rage
of retrograde
temporal sloth
moving overlap
through seaweed
statue question

Kicking off
from twenty-story
mundane lookalike
she's fading now to
perforated smoke.

John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona.  His work has been nominated for Best of the Net and has appeared in many literary journals.  A collection of his poetry, Intunesia, is available in paperback at  His experimental lit-rap video is at  He's @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

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