they say
they’re
getting
everywhere
these days
even under your skin
& into your brain
(& that once they get in
you’ll never get them out again)
that there’s a haiku
in every litre of seawater
(if only you can put it together)
& that somewhere
in the centre of the Pacific
they all get drawn into a gyre
an apocalyptic anthology
(Yeats would’ve loved it)
which you can only read
from inner/outer [delete
as applicable] space &
who’d’ve thought it?
they sound so innocuous
most of the time
like when
they come together
to tell us how
you can’t stop progress
& it’s just the way it is or that
everything will be okay
but you can’t be too careful:
just sometimes they come
out of nowhere
full of surprises like
demand the impossible
& similar outrageous
improbable schemes
& when they do
they should be left in a box
by the side of the road
on the designated day (see website)
to be recycled / rearranged
into a new generation of
thought-terminating clichés
& anodyne memes
.
Dominic Rivron
.