Noir Cyber

 it is cold in me

the orange glow

off rainsoaked road

and blank sky reaching over


it is cold in me

a faded faced photo

of a smiling face and slick hair

of who i chase

the face of a love that must have died, i think


for it is cold in me 

and i am cold in it 

as rain traces blurring makeup in my eyes

i may short if i stay out longer.


i may want to.

short these wired hands and cold eyes

of metal kissing my torn flesh

and empty soul


around each corner

the whirling lights in my mind

pause to catch and 

process


weave jumbled fractal camera feed

into shifting picture

of vacant desperate

storefronts

and dark-windowed broken homes


blood and oil in my torn self

ripped pieces thrumming as in one purpose

one need

i must find them


and there is a light in the window 

and its glow is of them. of me.

for i know i must win

or lose the last human part of 

this patchwork soul.



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