Analysis of Letter A

After reading the dictionary for a day, here's my poem

called letter A

I'm an anonymity on the back burner

buried deep down in the trenches of the asylum behind you.

just an accessory you've

grown accustomed not to

seeking your aboriginal gaze;

only to avert it from my abysmal glance

for I will shower you with acupuncture needles-

laced with amphetamine.

life will be less complicated

without my barbiturate kiss.

If I could go back in time.

find the apathetic amber in you.

allude the activist who's astute eyes drain me.

find you standing alone on the asphalt

up their so high abashed

abstaining from muttering how I feel.