Alphabet Congress Poem by Matt Western

Alpha numeric abolishing of astronomically astonishing
Apex’s now adorning
Awakened by assonance in the morning

Born to break the beak that’s bearing
A gaping hole into a bewildered soul from the burrowed below

Casting the cold cauldron that’s churning
Craft so charismatically into a conundrum and calamity

Defiantly deviating derivative directly into detrimentally
Docile diction driven that defies death daily

Echoes of existential entropies
Enter externally with exotericism into enveloped

Floats forgoing into a forgotten folklore into faraway folds of

Ghostly gravity-less worlds where gales of gallant gusts
Gorge the ground into a gauntlet of garrisons and lagoons of liquid gold

Holds on heliotypic heights hidden in haunted hindsight of this hinterland of hope

Icy is this endless illustrative inland that undulates irregardless of infinities Intimidating ions that influx then annihilate instantly entire incantations

Jurisdiction of jaded jubilance that jumps joyously from the jolting jaws of this

Kaleidoscopic clause of Kant like know
Knitted in knots of the kindled Kabala

Lured by lunging leviathans
Lizards lucid in their lairs leaning
Like litigated lye lines littering the limestone

Motionless as they mundanely make mechanical manoeuvres
Magnified mood of the moon that muddles them like a moving metronome
Magnifying the impending monstrous monsoon looming in the midst soon to in a Megalomaniacal mêlée
Mix all matters into the melancholic magmas
Mantle and a new merging of

Nauseous nautical nought degree niches and networks of

Open breaches, reaches and obstacles oblivious to this entourage
Passing polarities and portals where particles
Partake in a postulation of partitioned praises passed

Questioning with quashing quantifiable quotients causing quivers and qualms

Rising, ricocheting, raging, rising rivers race through ruptured rapids in this reality renounced

Sounds in the surroundings that would sever solaces very solitude from its silent
slumbering snooze and shrewdly swoop

Terrain tearing like a terrifying runaway train or tsunami
The terra nova tenacious that would take

Tonnes of totalitarian torque to thwart in this torn
Underside of the underworld undone, of its
Umbilical unborn yet undeniably unknown

Vastness of varied vertical verges and
Vortices voluptuously invading vacuums of
Vesicles with vehement and volume

Waking the wayward worm from the woven womb of the wood where

X-rated exhibits play xylophones to
Xenophiles in exquisite excursions of the soul then exit in x-rays of explicit

Yawps that yanked yams into yardage as they yawn at the year gone by and their yielded

Zealousness like zootomists zoning out in their zing way would zapping zombies in this zonked out zone