Fritz Lang was wrong
about the soda bottle
skyscrapers and Maria
robots. Things to Come
turned out to be things
we already had. Jetson
utopias fizzed out, Will’s
mad neon spires dimmed.
Crows did their dervish
whilst we lay in the gutter
watching the hangover
of our broken dreams
perform one last waltz.
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