A

A, what’s the point, the absolute top

Somewhere to start, and where it falls?

J sounds like A with jealous jitters

But F expletives what an effing A.

K keeps the peace with okay whatever.

X cannot be A, keeping to itself

While Z unperturbed sleeps through the zeitgeist.

It’s uncertain if O is surprised or dismayed

While I will not relax into becoming A.

Always E goes unseen, common as everyone.

N are the names we apply to these forms.

M prefers the movie to the real thing

Even as S slips around the actual question

And Q keeps on searching for an A.

Photograph: Night time at Victoria Park station, Collingwood, Melbourne.