Tomorrowlight

Aah, the neon drenched future, beckoning,

Luring, seductive, with only a tiny dash of dazzle.

From the residual radiation, that is.

Toughguys mumbling into their noodlebowls

The roving eye watches you, scans you, yes, You.

Pupils,credit, pulserate, bloodglucose and your inseam.

And the nearest billboard explodes into incandescent light...

The gorgeous biethnic avatar only wants to sell you a soda.

The rain drips, endlessly from unseen clouds.

Who has seen clouds in the Sprawl anyway?

Walking past the huddled homeless, roasting a dog.

Their ponchos swirling, adverting night classes in Esperanto.

As if.
Richety-rachety bike messenger whipping past,
An old-young face, a beautiful androgyn.
She will wake up with you, or wipe the drool off(someone has to do it)
For a quick wave of barcode, or a shot of AcetylCoA.

Stepping around formless humans (posthumans?) on the sidewalk.

Wirejunkies all. Lost to everything but the milliamps.

Until onesuch wraps his arms around you,

Brings you down. Smell gutterwash and … aftershave?

And he pulls close and whispers, “I hear him”

“I hear him scream. The ghost of Wintermute”