Neo Poem by Hans Heiner Buhr

Neo



we are played
in a matrix movie
on a cyber horse
in a glitch of Tbilisi
post soviet
last call
neu-romancer was Pechorin
foggy city - snow clouds
Caucasus - minus space
you
anti hero
food stamps
negative land
psycho wasting
the concrete master
went mad

Neo
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: concrete,fiction,future,horse
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