A to Z of ...?
© Tim Barker 2000
As easy as A, B, C. Darting down, devouring denizens of disillusioned democracy, destroying darkness destined to disentangle dogs d’amour. Eating E. Feeling fortuitous in forging freaks from forgotten felons, fakes forsaken for freebie feelings, furthering flights of fortune and framing forlorn fantasies. Gaff. He’d hauled himself here, home. Insidious insights incompletely inserted into ideals. Justifications juxtaposed judiciously joining jolly japes. Killing Kenny, knifed. Life lost, love left, leaving little. More man mangled, missing maturity meaning madness and managing mostly mashed melon. Nothing neatly nestled next to nonsensical nuances. Open orifice, orate obsequious observations. Police perverting perturbations, proving positive postulations and presenting perplexed people performing public policy. Quickly quash queer qualms. Remain remote, remorselessly ranting and raving. Seeming superficially sane, sending sure signs of secret sects seeking solutions. Tempting Tim ‘till too tasty, testing trustworthiness to touch torso, tearing tendons thrown towards traffic. Uniting underworld, usurping unknown undertakers. Vicious victory voraciously venting veins. Winning wonders woven where welcome with women watching and waving. X-rated Xenophobia. Yonks. Zero to Zillion.