The blinking lights of red and green,
The heartbeat of the vast machine.
The cooling fans begin to hum,
To logic, all our minds succumb.
The cables run like plastic veins,
Where digital and silent rains.
A cold and perfect, modern mind,
That leaves the flesh and blood behind.
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 puddles glow in pink and blue,A vibrant and a shifting hue.The tires hiss on wet concrete,Along the...
The concrete walls are painted bright,A vivid splash against the night.The techno beats begin to pound,A heavy, rhythmic,...