Null Encounters
Lights are on
Curtains down
Corners of the room
Trenches for our doom
Cyanide in hand
Roll of nails on sand
Can of can’ts on the shelf
Sharp minds adrift
Second thoughts first
Tell and show oppressed
Yet agains yet again
Unknown, ruled a sin
Down lookers and hopers
Miles out of focus
A poke for a cheap laugh
made a hole in the raft
Perky form outlawed
Perfect deemed flawed
Backs bare to the waist
Shoes laced in a haste
Ill-endowed with time
Sulked but felt fine
Be-all end-all of doubt
Prepared but wants out
Misguided and unsure
Ruled under, beat and sore
Pour a heart in a lake
Rid the chest of the ache
Lights dimmed
Talks and walks trimmed
Corners curved
Poison served