James was reminding me of Robert Pinsky and his gift with poetry. The idea of writing a poem using words that begin with each letter of the alphabet in turn. I wanted to see if I could come up with something on the spot. It was kind of fun.

Ambience begets crumbling disquietude. Everyone follows gaudy hypnotic icons; jumping, kicking, live moldering nodes on pustules. Qualms retrieve sense, telling us vibrant wrongs; xxx youth zappers.