I Contain Myself

By Peter Halstead

[rewrite of I Contain My Universe]

Facing just a single track
That clouds my world view,
For you I have to double back
And at least be Dolby True;
    And yet what am I compared to any
        UBKM9 TV,
        To such inventions without borders?
        Just an ocean without waters,
Which has nothing much to say
To any 4K 3-D Blu-ray,
A sleek and cable-bundled model
Compared to my old White Dog waddle?
        I used to be a hit machine,
        Of the single spindle type,
        But even then I lacked the screen,
        The plugs, the L.E.D.s, the hype,
Whose stations crisp, whose channels smart,
Whose processor still lacks a heart,
A shady, two-faced Hal
That a TV set can watch in PAL,
        A DTS and HD Blu-ray
        That Regions 1 through 10 all deem 4K:
        While I, a simple record player
        Have come to nothing on the air;
Vinyl-lacquered, lacking moves
To stream the games True Vision grooves:
But if I cannot quite encompass legions,
I still play at least in Multi Regions.

May 10th, 2020
Kailua

March 28th, 2023
Kaiholu