If there was a plan then we must have misread
it grievously - which is like building sandcastles
in anticipation, & forgetting on which beach we
had been; sure, they’re there somewhere, may
still be standing - or more likely, are built into a
bigger and better scheme by enterprising kids,
who’re not stricken by their fatally traumatised
imagination’s parochially provincial leanings
So we contemplate a rethink that would make
pre-recording old age adage redundancy left t’
wither on the death of VCR technology - least
we think we have; yet, you’ll still see the lights
blinking their warnings the game’s on whether
or not it’s actually that one you had planned …
© 10 October 2016, I. D. Carswell
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