Day 19: Postmodernism cha-cha-cha
or is that: a-go-go?
Being at one with the
blithe & bonny isn’t all it’s
egged on to be.
But there’s a confident magpie
striding about outside & who am I
& I for one
welcome our new corvid overlords
though not new at all, but old, old, old
Cleaning up our
dangling participles & dropped misnomers
since time immemorial.
Immemorial into post- (post-?) modern
is a circle so circular
it spirals around
in on itself—
that’s why all the
self-promotion &
the recycling.
Themes composted
or tossed into the wrong bin.
Burning incense or garbage,
rage or calories,
it doesn’t particularly matter,
at least not with much
Force. Times volume.
Are you with it? Can you dig it?
It’s with you.
And also with you, so
figure this: it’s not up
to you. It’s
not even up for grabs.
It’s memento Moriarty,
over the Reichenbach
Fall.