Alphabetical Disorder 24
Apocryphal as spite,
false social media account
purports & implicates,
engines the basic ingredients,
kicks home goals, exclaims
yum yum to suffering,
zips personality into a body
bag — always on the hunt,
traducing through ‘own lips’,
deploying capitals & exclamation
marks. The storm came
though it wasn’t forecast,
sheet lightning sarcasm
while the buddy buddy
republic of letters
caught on & followed
xenologists throughout —
globe-trotting, re-routing,
questing & occupying
(virtually) every outlet.
High fives over drinks,
jolly hockey sticks,
increments of fabulist
lingua franca. Exploration
of those private spaces,
ululating with gratification.
New bullying — cyber & otherwise.
John Kinsella
