Another Alphabet

A poem you will never know
featuring:
an alphabet that changes one silent letter at a time,
a guest track you can never track, or, rather,
a city map with no such thing as “You are here”
as frogs dipped in gold pass through a nearby marsh
as you, yourself, holding a record, say,
“Whatever you say this Arctic Monkeys album is —
well, that’s what it is.”