Onion lament

This could be us
But you’re praying

exhibiting bot behavior
Doesn’t know they’re an op

More NPCs on Orchard
Than ever

Right yes
The return of the repressed

sounds bad
Woke up like that I’d bet

Tell me what we say when we
Want something

A right proper magic word on repeat

Little prophecy

It’s 2032 my kid is dieting
calling the dog our familiar

Lonely lovely heard it wrong
TV all hard edges like on a phone

Still here surging thriving
Drinking energy product

Starting to think
Sea floor is real estate

Haven’t been open air in months
On account o’ the drones

Clean-up minuet

That’s the way
Uh huh just fax me

What is birdsong
Well it’s their approach

Trying to remember
What we’re upset about

Found an ancient beeper
Love that on you

You don’t flex
As kind of a flex

Pyramid piece

if you think about it
I’m OK
when I’m 3D

that’s the real me
it’s another way
out

of a bad future
and about the past? you will hear

the pyramids
were beacons

because geometry
is destiny

even if,
in truth
they were charging stations

why do you think it’s called

the Tesla

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Zach Halberg is publisher at Newest York Arts Press whose poetry has previously been published by Wonder.