My poetry challenge today is to write an abecedarian poem, which is a poem wherein the word choices flow in alphabetical order.
Always begin counting down
effervescently forward going
harmlessly into jaded
narcissistically obsessive palooka
questioning Rasputin’s symbolic
transformational unsuitable vivaciousness,
willie’s x-ing yang’s zipper.
Looking both ways is waking up. Mind the gaps and smell the roses.