Neon signs flicker
painting rain-soaked streets
all fractured colors
And of course
I think of the Bladerunner
How could I not?
Somewhere he sits
brooding his purpose
noodles and coffee
The blaster cool inside his coat
but ripening ready
to warm the night
Those flickering signs
electric life at the mercy
of some switch
Not so dissimilar from you
or my own dear
replicated self
These noodles go down easy
yet all I taste
is battery acid
Fearful panic gripping
every moment stolen
Life ticking down
Life? Ha, what a concept!
Like I have ever known
that simple luxury
Like he has ever known
truly known
what it is to claim
Chopsticks down
Last swig of the brown
Collar up
Into the deluge I’ll walk
Boots stamping in puddles
Grimy city spit
Neon signs flicker
painting rain-soaked streets
all fractured colors
And of course
I think of the Bladerunner
How could I not?
From the prompt: “Neon signs flickered, painting the rain-soaked streets in fractured colors.”
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