Pompadour!

alpha beta zoot
coif of love,
mane of the seducer,
a Jacques explose
-- loyal little shih tzu --
l' aurore.

Nowfuture! I am awoke
perfected after all . . .
after all. When I was nine,
with oriental wisdom
I feathered, then
at last fled the sorcery.

Sinceways have I langored
unkempt. But

nowupon circumstances --
pillowcomb, roll abike, heat --
having aligned gaily,
and Kierkegaard
and Beethoven
and Elvis
finally jealous of me --

abracadee!