All we ever see is image:
retina with its retinue
of stand-on-their head gymnasts,
an upside down world of surface
and mirage reinterpreted.
Like it or not, we screen and are
screened from the outset. Cinemas,
cellphones, cctv, skype-hype,
internet and intercom, i-
sockets, i-balls, eye-pods, eye-pads
to measure, hide and camouflage
as only screens know how.
Stare then till ur x-i’d, till ur
screen-self n ur seen self r da same.
Defragmentation is complete, his computer informs him
and he’s delighted to hear it, especially since his head
feels as if it’s in bits, words and a few rough scrapings
of ideas strewn like greasy flakes of dandruff across
his shoulders. PC Keeper has checked the file system
and found no problems: Good! 5 Disk Cleaner(s) has (have) freed up
7.90 megabytes of disk space: Hallelujah!
But he’s cracking up, losing it, falling apart at the seams:
D fr gm nt ti n is c mpl t ?
Harry Owen is author of five poetry collections: Searching for Machynlleth (2000); The Music of Ourselves (2004); Five Books of Marriage (2008); Non-Dog (2010) and Worthy: poems for my father (2011). He is the editor of I Write Who I Am: an anthology of Upstart poems (2011), showcasing the work of nineteen young poets from township schools, and For Rhino in a Shrinking World: an international anthology (2013), supporting efforts to combat the obscenity of rhino poaching. (rhinoanthology.wordpress.com) A new collection, Small Stones for Bromley, is forthcoming from Lapwing Publications (Belfast) in 2014. He lives in Grahamstown, South Africa.