coined out of some personal conceit
like ‘magisterial’ some years back
or ‘superbabe’ or ‘uberdiva’
to indicate a class beyond class
but though, yes, ikons follow you with their eyes
round the room, like a B-list babe spotting
a press photographer –
once done, they’re copied for centuries
by wannabees and
less and less well, until
some hep-cat thinks up something new..
so, mmm, I’d quite like, me or a poem perhaps, to be called
‘iconic’ just once or twice
in the broadsheet press or glossies –
just once or twice only, without
having to live up to it
by being kinda dead