Zero-one. 2?

Blind back-patting, ego fattening

comfortable politeness grants no backing

being good breaks the code, no hacking

for the outnumbered’s are outflanking

the computerised mind 1-zero-1, I’m outranking

relearning the beginning, 101, imagination in the making

then 2 step back out, to a world evolved beyond binary simulations

where, lost in the translation of the bewildering alien deviation.

Holey wall.

Red topped an ever-grey backdrop

a bullseye marked, a prerequisite weak spot

keep hit count high, pressurised cracks appear atop

grey blames red, for the inevitable holey wall

yet red was grey before the lonely, bloody, fall.

Colour enlightened, enacts a canvas picturesque

to move frame by frame at incomprehensible speed

each damaging moment like a cigarette burn, show a reel change   

an eternal fire encased in the flickers, stuck, between the viewable scenes.

Ode to you.

Step to step, face to face to pains repaid debt

timed hands caress the face of regret

as eyes deepen anew gaze amidst a crowd of unfocused haze

held back words of premature heavenly praise

of an immaculate masterpiece, perfectly unframed

a message relayed through sight, lips ready to recite

an ode to your levitating beauty, for reaching, such a benevolent height.