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