Virtual Reality
(a movement)
“…and afterward, her square electric eye was staring at nobody in particular and displaying a
cryptic
‘wHat IF wiShES weRe HoRses wiSHEs horSes
wishorses wisHorSesWIshOrsesWishozZez’ –
and several more lines of garbled nonsense.
It looked like a kind of tired smile, maybe.”
I. Awakening
Night City. Ninsei. Land of the lotus and of a million and one wasted lives.
I don’t remember when I first found myself here.
I am walking the wrong way down an evening sidewalk
ignoring the neon signs
that tell me where to find happiness.
Black Japanese eyes stare up at the scruffy gaijin with the upturned collar.
I look back at them around my sunglasses.
I seem to be too tall. Damn.
I am waiting for him for him for him
for he alone touches me.
We make a sort of hard
passionate
digital symphony –
His touch leaves me hot
panting moaning flashing aching
for moremoremoremore
II. Street Samurai
I have entered my home away from home.
Well, maybe it is my home now.
Shin’s whores are still sitting at the bar
still
not realizing.
F*ck `em.
I wonder if I still owe Shin money.
He won’t recognize me.
My beer is empty. I order another
I light my cigarette
a Newport 100
the Zippo still has some blood on the hinge.
***!!!Himhimhimhimhimhim!!!***
I yeaRn for the taZte of his sweaty fingerrrs
to feel him pusHing almost inside mE
flying, falLlling over silicon waves
@nd dreams of electric sheep.
Faster faster faster faster
Again We mergE to dance on elektrons
feel the pulsing flowflowfLow
lightspeed, thoughtspeed
the matrix temporarily vaNvanVAnishes forever
in a liquid flash of white sound and light
Touch me touch me touch touch touchtouch
Please
III. Sons of the Neon Chrysanthemum / The Closing
I jack in.
Digital dreams
Flashes of feeling
strict patterns of light
holograms
information.
I am spinning,
no, falling
no, soaring
above The World’s numbers.
There it is. I can crack it, no prob.
No. NO.
Something’s wrong.
What the – ?
I’m not getting paid enough for this.
Goddam f*ckin’ neural counterelectronic pulse…
…somebody tell my mother I don’t love her…
**** !!!!!!!YESYESYESYESYES!!!!!!! ****
toUchme ToucChme TouChMEtouchmeToUChme
#eaVen
He4v3n
|-|Ea\/eNN
He is mIne mine MINE MinE
F0rEveR n0W
You are the 
being
to view this poem.