Alphabet Takes the Lead

Blinking A calling all cars Annoying D barking incessantly Where is the C on this distorted musical scale? Bare breast in my face, I zip my mouth into woodwork. B for breast, not breasts, as there is only one here. Cut away from the body, so I doubt she lived Whoever she was. Bloody business this alphabet. It comes to me often, insisting. I stay off the side streets, for they are murderer’s fodder. Blinking A does not stop any cars tonight. The predators are on foot. Killing P, M, O, and J In alleys behind dumpsters. The world has gone ape sh*t mad.