THE BACK OF THE INTERNET

A POEM BY SALENA GODDEN

I just went around the back of the internet.

I must have pressed a wrong button

but suddenly this other page came up.

It was like being on the other side of a mirror.

like stepping through a one-way mirror

and being on the other side looking in.

I was on the inside of the other side

and you were all there staring into your screens.

You had goldfish bowl faces, glowing white and ghostly,

illuminated by interwebs and the information mines

which shone like gold in your glittering eyes.

I grinned and waved, but you’d never see me here,

not even, if you used Google Earth.

I just went around the back of the internet.

I didn’t like it and I shan’t go back.

It was dimly lit by a pale dusty old sun

The air smelled of wires

old tooth fillings and burnt plastic.

There were no windows or doors.

It was a ghost land, a dried out sea bed,

a gritty desert and wasteland.

I was outside, on the other side.

I found two dead wasps. Not one, but two,

And I wondered if the wasps were friends

when they were on the other side.

Then I pushed an abandoned shopping trolley about for a bit.

It had a wonky wheel.

I just went around the back of the internet.

Nobody has seen behind the mesh for over twenty five years.

It was derelict and as out-dated as a page of a newspaper.

I took a selfie of me,

me on the other side,

around the back of the internet.

I walked for a bit and kicked a rock down a hole.

There were no buttons to push

and there was nothing to like or favourite.

It was boring #hashtag boring #hashtag other side.

Please retweet.

I went around the back of the internet.

And it was just my feet doing the walking thing,

to nowhere and into nothing and for nobody.

I was on my own with my own head doing thinking

which was a bit like tweeting

but all in my own head box

and on a timeline only I could see

inside up there in my thoughts

and I couldn’t share it or edit it

or change my avatar

to the selfie of me, me on the other side

and around the back by the bins.

It started to water from the ceiling.

Fat drops fell from a film of sky above,

Well, needless to say, I didn’t like that,

water falling from up there

onto my actual face.

hashtag rain.

I just went around the back of the internet.

I won’t go there again, its alright

I’m back online now.

 

/ London / April 2014

http://www.salenagodden.com

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