I'm a clinical psychologist,
Specialising in narcissism within hyperspace,
Where it's all about the first-person narrative:
Where the photographer is the sitter;
Where the smirking cat points at their litter..
and, Flash!
Gong!
The preemptive future-proof memory cache:
The show and tell.
But am I here,
Where my asymmetric self-portraits hatch?
Is the view only real through the unsleeping lens?
Is anxiousness the motor of this super-saturated-self?
Is our interior long and gone chained inside the always-on Panopticon?
The contra-flow confluence -
Everyone a million points of light.
Most walk the glass-click-down in stop-gap time,
Dappled in the shimmering gloom, skin-tight.
Flex with the nearest vat of wine.
Yeah, see, I'm looking fine..
You could delete that one, though,
And..that one.
I'll delete one too if you..
Remind me: how the hell am I again?
How old am I?
I wonder: how old should I be - here?
The performer steals themselves for the cage.
Tag the sage.
Disconnect to share and engage -
It's the only way.
Watch the you-and-them.
Everyone with earphones on.
And all the eyes peel down the sounds leaking silence.
eat say day date data dated rate
careful addictive sizzle
frazzled
The Smile Sink -
Don't blink.
There's a lot to study in the meta of me-think.
In the liminal smog pools the dawn patrols subject their objects -
Take the tamarind hit from the gloaming ersatz.
I'm a clinical psychologist,
Specialising in narcissism within hyperspace,
Where the photographer is the sitter.
You can follow me on Twitter.
