Ad alpha - I to P, from Great Wits to Madness

I

in you come. Ice-cool and indispensable

inane in a way but inconceivably

important.

You give the game its wins

you bring the big artillery in. Incidental at times

but never far behind

You bring the sing song swift silence of the wind

to otherwise ground bound words

You put the intrigue in sin

you let the light in

and you are one of the quietest brightest iterations

out there. You slip and slide in between

you grin. You make the others green

with your irresistibility

You are in built

you were sent from on high

you are the image

you are the sleigh in the sky

you are a mirror

you share my name

identical to my Will

you are you and

I am

I

J

Joker in the pack

you drop like a bungee

into the conversation. Jinxing like Jack

you jump and plunge us

in with the jellyfish

you can be jolly

as in jelly

but rarely do you gel with others

Your job is a difficult one

to juggle

and generate gestating japes

to jog and jar us along

you are the effort

the juice

you bring justice to the jungle

you jolt away

you judge you jury

you J

K

Kryptonite

kulture brought to us by Vikings

and scarred into the islands of Skomer

Skockholm and the seaside Sketty

Foreigner in our midst

still you offer a kick

a stark hammer

a sharp pick

with a skittish aspect at times like a skate in the park

the finality of dark

the seriousness of a walk

you are the strength in stalk

without you

no talk

you attacked and made your play

you are here to stay

amongst pork strips you are a steak

you are a welcome freak

you knave

you know

you’re the percussive note

the crack in OK

you are the sound we like

you’re luck

you are the depth in lake

you keep us awake to

the marks

we lead astray

you are the one for me you are

special

you are the

K

L

Alive and languorous you leave us

longing for more the leaf-like licks of a long

blight bleeding softly below the low lunar lighting

You reveal love between the letters

long let it live

aloft with the plumage of falcons and butterflies

you lift and plunge with the effortlessness

of a liberal delusion. You are long

and elastic

linking the lines and influences on our loquacity

wriggling and flexing

you are the lingerie around the concept lust

you are the longing that leads all of us

you claim to the eternal in hell

and the everlasting

you are the lump in my throat

you are the late and the last

you are clearly a girl

you twirl

you tell

You L

M

Manly you stand. Massive. Without motion

except the rumble in the mumble

when you move mountains

and make the emerging marketplaces tumble

in the postmodern emergence of

late stage capitalism

You make mock of the ease of the others

to please. You make a mark. You bark

things into pause. You make the

murmur of agreement

in the midst of a maelstrom of competing sounds

you are the mainstay of melodic music

You are the yum in ham

the comfort of REM

you make the men march as one

you are moderate and mindful

and mad

You are the middle ground

the meridian the median

the mode

the mistake in miracle

you are the mum

the Mamgu

a matriarch

an M

N

Nowhere would we be without you.

No negative, nought, or no.

Never could we converse by night

about the unknowable

or make the native need for nets seem necessary

for sustenance and nutrition.

You are the nuts the language nibbles on

you are the nurse from nowhere

you tell us what not to do

you declare what’s new

You are antithesis

and synthesis

you are the inner knowledge of the noumenon

that invention of Kant’s

No-one goes

anywhere you haven’t already been

You remain to be seen

even in saying

you are the near silent gem

the listening

indeterminate

N.

O

Often the centre of the whole. Soft and open

all around the earth you are solid

round like zero and as shocked

to be the content of nothing

No-one escapes your original hope to host

honest and occult discussion

and you host every occasion

You appear somewhere

often in what we sow

You are the hole in all conversation

you give us pause

you open locks and doors

like a skeleton key

to a mahogany closet

you are ultimately all we know

in that we know nothing

but we know you

as our tongs flop floorwards

you are moving forwards

with your stoned glow

my way

my home

my ecstasy in the corridors of love

my spouse

my O

P

Present and surprising as a prank

you peel the skin back

you pop party poppers and balloons

you pour contempt on the poor

you are percussive and proud

you pound the pavement

you put the peril in policeman

you perform

Where ever you are placed you give us pause

before your explosive outburst

but surprisingly compassionate

as in orphan.

Perhaps you are without parent

person or placeholder

You stand up

admirably

And you will always have a place in the alphabet

only the consonants compete

for your peerless prize

You are the liquid in me

and priceless

lost deep in the prairie

you pillar you

P