Respond to 2025: Algorithm

Algorithm

The last time I fully inhabited this fleshbag

was in the hours after my iPhone 6

joined me for an ocean swim. Since then I’ve learnt

more about the algorithm than any sapien should.

I mark the passage of a day not by the sun’s primordial arc

but by ideal story times, the hours of peak engagement.

I ghost the dead zones where meatspace movements

preordain my audience’s absence from the cloud.

Where to draw the line between dopamine hit

and digital affliction? I tried to touch grass once but now

even the Windows background has husked to an arid brown.

Elsewhere in the Americas a data centre guzzles

another great lake and expels its vapour,

the steaming maw an abscess of hot coals.

Freshwater fish putrefy beneath a catastrophic sun.

Two thousand times a second the machine god vomits slop

like evacuations from a flaming anus. The old god gave me

two front-facing eyes for excellent meme perception,

two thumbs to kiss unyielding glass.

Hot off the melee of too many engines agitating

my microprocessor to fever, in the evening window,

my mechanisms clink and churn. I stroke the apps

until they dump their chumloads into my lidless skull.

Unclear if I am the ocean or its sharks.

Dopamine and cortisol are two phases of the same moon.

Each reel rises like a ghoul from a Ouija board,

each static tile a fresh haiku of horrors

ripening against the limits of its lines.

Beside my sunken iPhone sleeps my smoother brain,

an AI virgin who couldn’t dream the things I’ve seen:

TikTok edits of Bill and Donald’s lovers’ quarrels,

the Labubu left at Marx’s grave. Fatted bin bags

glinting like cracked screens in rain. Time to post.

Troy Wong is an Australian poet writing on Gadigal land. His work is published or forthcoming in Antipodes, Australian Poetry Journal, Cordite, Griffith Review, Island, Mascara, Palette, and more. He was shortlisted in the 2026 Gwen Harwood Poetry Prize and won the 2025 The Nomad Review Poetry Prize. His debut collection, Three Durians, is forthcoming from Cordite Books in 2026.

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