Cyberpunk Spacetech

Databits jangling skullcore, overhead swing, busted box
Cyberpunk spacetech wirehaven nightmaredream,
Home is in a metal box, in another metal box, in space
Sleepycircuit flustermorning jitterbeep
Digital coffee, electronic steam
Yeah, we’ve got all the tastes and flavors of Earth, baby, and
Shit you’ve never experienced before –
Darkshade caffeinemax brainmelter mochas,
Darker than the captain’s soul
Nightlife technoparty gearworks outlawstyle
Slipping into rhythms and beats
Too loud, too morphous for planetary life,
These lights and sounds remind us of the struggle,
Of the progress that we are trying to make.

 
 
 
EDITOR’S NOTE: This poem was selected from entries submitted to our Creative Challenge Series #31: First Sentences, which required that the first sentence in the text must be used as given. Read other Creative Challenge winners. To find out how to participate, go to Creative Challenges.
 

 
 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Leslie Soule is a fantasy/sci-fi author from Sacramento, CA. She has an M.A. in English and is currently working on the final book of her fantasy series, The Fallenwood Chronicles.

 

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