Beep Beep.
That’s the sound of
Falling leaves.
Only two lives left and
The checkpoint on level four wont let
Us in, again
(They’re recalling this console)
So I guess the memory cards’
Memory card
Forgot we were
Starving and still waiting for
Those Pacman rations
No matter.
Each night I walk the river
And bathe my toes in
Electric silt
I become the golden
Cadence in Spontaneous
Combustion
Coleco engines
Which were supposed to
Save me
From the slave me,
Look here toots,
Only cost me a half century
For 8 pixels and
16 bars
Beep.
Wake up clock face
You’re still worshipping ohms
And the outlet is
Still preaching.
Go outside and
Take the wall with you.
