Arab's Alcohol

By Michael H. Kew

Tautogram: A text whose words, or at least the principal ones, all begin with the same letter. — Harry Mathews, Oulipo Compendium

{The following is a tautogram; our featured letter is a.}

ARMS AKIMBO, ADAM AWKWARDLY advances across abundant Armenian acreage, an astonishing apple, apricot, and avocado array amongst annihilated airplanes and ancient automobiles.

Alert and animated, area artist/agronomist/ayatollah Abdul applauds.

“Alright! Absolutely awesome, amigo!”

An accomplished Ashkenazi acrylicist, Adam avoids atrocious acts—adultery, alcoholism, animal abuse, arson, assault—alongside any argument against aspiring activists, attorneys, actors, astronauts, African athletes, and avocado aficionados. After all, avocados are angelic agents.

Apex agriculture? Ahem.

Always ambivalent, Abdul approves.

“Adorable!”

“An agrestal artform!” adds Adam, assessing and arranging an avocado aside an aged apricot. Altogether admirable and appetizing, avocados augment all Armenian afternoons.

Amazingly, Abdul awards apples and apricots—and an aubergine!—anytime artists arrive aroused and are at all available.

“Ah, aubergine?” an askance Adam asks.

“Amateurish adolescent amusement,” Abdul answers arrogantly.

“Auspicious, also.”

“Ambiguous. Apparently afraid, Adam?”

“Always abstain! Aubergines are abstract anal aphrodisiacs.”

“Appalling and absurd,” Abdul announces. “Anyone abnormal advertises aubergines as appropriate.”

“Are aubergine applications acceptable anywhere?” asks Adam, almost annoyed. “America?”

“Australia.”

“Apt. Australians act awfully American, anyhow.”

After awhile, applying an actual avocado, Adam’s aesthetic acumen accelerates at an alarming angle among acclaimed artwork assemblages, again announcing: “All agrarian art abides! Accolades actively abound across Albania and Algeria!”

“Attaboy,” an agog Abdul adds affably. “Apricot-accented avocado art attracts academics across Asia, also, accommodating ambitious and affluent absinthe adventurers at Azerbaijani and Afghani auberges.”

“Aubergines?” asks Adam, absorbed.

“Auberges, asshole!”

Abruptly anxious, Adam alights anon as Abdul, again alone, analyzes—ah, admires!—Adam’s abandoned artwork, abstrusely achieving an ascendant appreciation.

“Ambrosial and authentic,” Abdul admits, acquiring an apparent awakening, amorous and adrift amongst alien Ashkenazi allure, aloud announcing: “Allah! Abolish all aubergines! Allah! Allah! Allah! Avocados are angelic! Avocados are angelic! AVOCADOS ARE ANGELS!”

Anyway….

Action: Anderson, aquatic Arabian acquaintance. Actualization: Author above.

{Excerpted from Purplēdeneye, formulaic dream poesy stew per Spruce Coast Press available from Amazon; signed copies from here.}