The puddles glow in pink and blue,
A vibrant and a shifting hue.
The tires hiss on wet concrete,
Along the midnight city street.
The umbrellas pass like floating shells,
While distant rings of chapel bells.
A rainy urban symphony,
For every lonely soul to see.
Lucas explores the fascinating intersection of modern technology and raw human emotion. Writing mostly in free verse, his poems often resemble a stream of consciousness that dissects what it means to be alive in a...
The concrete walls are painted bright,A vivid splash against the night.The techno beats begin to pound,A heavy, rhythmic,...
The blinking lights of red and green,The heartbeat of the vast machine.The cooling fans begin to hum,To logic,...