Cyberpunk-Poem by Rob Hardin

nerve terminals

~~~

Post mortem, stirred tarantulas

trill HHHHH through lung-books lined with gauze.

Their cerci writhe outside the frame

…and scythes of come

…spell No One’s Home.

~~~

Reanimated sentences

crawl searchingly through palaces.

. . . ellipses crumble, swapped for noise . . .

our symphonies

…are insect seas.

~~~

The number series incubus

drips oo-spores in jagged fur.

These || – |||||| merge – interfuse –

…to disinter

…his tactile stare.

~~~

Each love-bite scars to antipode.

Catoptromantic unisons

fortell the double’s overload:

…undead, Lust puns

…necrotic suns.

~~~

Source : Atomic Avenue (Cyberpunk – Stories und Fakten, Heyne SF 4704) , Publisher Michael Nagula

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