Elegant

I’ve been given my injections
Jabbed in the arm
All the armoury I need
From a word floating
Through the air
Like an elegant dancer
Shape and form
Twirling through the gaps
Heat seeking missile
Dynamite on impact
But I’m standing tall
A diplomat of importance
Over-reaching my area
Straining to leech
Bloodsuckers in baths
It’s difficult to sleep
Without guards to halt
An airborne attack
The tiny dancer
Whistles in the wind
Carefully throttled
By a little voice
Whispering into my ear

Empty

This sentence is empty
It yields no crop
Lichen dare not form
Across the concrete slab top

No pearls of envy
Luscious lines that evoke
Nothingness, entirely
Devoid of all hope

The language of plenty
Stoops plainly to see
Its ordinary cousin
Outlive history

A sickness befalls those
Not ready for its noose
For those hanging in mid-air
It still whispers no truth

It survives every stencil
And grafitti obscene
Once under your fingernails
They’ll never be clean

A return to the darkness
Quaint blackness in peace
Sleep through eternity
No light left to breach

Switch On. Switch Off.

The artificially insulated
Beam that penetrates
Night vision goggles
Luminous retina scrolling
Undressing pixelated
Persons unknown
Bright wormholes
Send chemistry sets
To flick the switch
I all too happily concede
Despite the momentary
Shuttering of the lens
Capturing sleep on film
The smart sensors click
Back from the brink
Of losing the glaze
In the whites of my eyes