you get the picture: a picturesque
fashion house analogy - the analogue
cue the sole identifier alleviation off analysis
with duo both character-and-narrator,
the analogue, the supposed it,
third party agglomerates -
to breed an analogue is
half the fathom rekindled to a pursuit;
nearing comparison is hardly
a comparison at all.
what love is given is what love
is governed, all other love is
a papier mâché -
for each twist and every turn,
a hum makes trebling feel a resonate
to encounter an arcane trill,
and via the Halloween analogue en-masked
thrill a devil's curb to mind that
the 20th american century was a foetus
of serial killers to plagiarise a recurrence
of death accompanied with their un-fulfilment;
most of 20th century culture was born
from american's outer reaching uttermost frontier
without a game of indians and cowboys,
and hey-halo-dimmed-asking  the boys enjoined
for a skeleton alphabet -
clavicle through to vertebrae.