A phase of civilization known to build
to intonations unbecoming an ossified,
yet somehow intact, bovine rim shot,
complete with public address blarings;
a vaguely multidimensional
quagmire of noxious plumes
and symbiotic misanthropy.
John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. His poetry has appeared in Breadcrumb Scabs, Calliope Nerve, Camel Saloon, Clockwise Cat, Counterexample Poetics, Four and Twenty, Puffin Circus, Orion headless, and vox poetica. You can follow his work at John Pursch Twitter.