Poem at Random, II

Elsie called from some small town in Alabama last night. In fact, it sounded like she & Louise had somehow strayed from the main road. Elsie expects to be in Hot Springs, AK by this evening. Since she has been doing all the driving, Elsie is promising herself a good soak. She also reported that she had written all three of her "random" poems in one evening, adding that they were pretty silly.

Well, I don't suppose anyone will confuse my word jumbles with any great work, but they do act as a sort of verbal Rorsarch. Plus, this is a handy way to avoid some of my pet words and images!

Once again, see if you can discern which were the words that were chosen at random out of the Word Book

Before dreams of knighthood descended
upon the calomel residue
the haunted oligarch walked the battlements
in midweek array, speaking with
an honest pencil and breathing moist attar
The secant moon reflected on
this mysterious paragon of lies
And his Burmese cat
stared into the vitrifiable night,
the right time to cavort