Anomalies

Anomalies create curves in straight lines,
pepper-spraying the police of inflexibility.

Anomalies are eyes from which the soul of theories burst forth.
The pores through which we breathe.

Anomalies sneeze.
They seize power when no-one is looking,
when the security guards of rigidity are asleep.

Anomalies are animals.
The spots of existence, difference and dazzling exception.

Anomalies wheeze,
as they climb the stairs of systems,
then, when they realise they are going nowhere,
slide down the banister with a great big 'wheeeee!'.

Anomalies do not say please,
they do not respect the rules,
they are not on time,
they are not conventional,
they do not vote,
they do not see things in terms of boxes,
they do not work,
they are not predictable,
except when to do so would be to upturn the norm.

Anomalies creep up on you in dark alley-ways,
at the edge of your comfort zone,
in liminal states,
and tear fissures in the fabric of now.

Anomalies live in their own way,
with their elbows on the table,
singing with their mouth open full of glory
and starting a revolution of randomness.
Punctuating normality with glitter-ball wonder,
so the disco of difference
(and please, no deference)
really comes alive.