Virtual Man

In an increasingly chemical world,
I’m a virtual man,
A game boy,
Pixelated in a high-definition cosmos,
Perchance uploaded by accident,

Eccentric in my mannerisms,
I seem to not quite fit in,
Some kind of a glitch,
Malware in the extreme,
Not really apposite to a concrete world,

I am a program nobody initialised,
A pagan amongst priests,
Lesser,
Corrupted binary,
Not de rigueur to a civilised sitemap,

Swirling through cyberspace,
I pass through crowds as if a string of data,
Not seen,
Nor heeded,
Blocked by societal firewalls.

Card Games

I find myself shuffling through life,
Forced to play this card game again,
I’m exhausted,
I’m tapped out,
This game of life is using rules I don’t recognise,
Hands growing aches aplenty,
Card upon card ripped from my deck,
And I struggle to draw the vigour,

Life has all the cards,
Counting down in blacks and reds,
No kings and queens to be found,
Yet I still go digging for diamonds,
Beaten down by wicked clubs,
Only spades waiting for me at the end,
Hearts in my pupils as the lights fade,
No ace up these sleeves.