- You cluster-bombed my mind with reluctant commas and other singularities.
- All your exclamation marks curled up into full stops at the moment of impact.
- Under elliptical bombardment, my consonants began laying down their glottal stops and fricatives.
- Your commas rained uneasy silence until all my question marks stopped smoking.
- Despite appeals for open dialogue, the consonants were all decapitated.
- My vowels have disguised themselves as zeroes and gone into hiding. They could be anywhere: in your bank statement or your spam folder, even in the carton of free-range zeroes in your fridge.
- Resistance will prevail.
- Researchers investigate the possibility of surreptitiously injecting a neurotoxin into your apostrophes.
- A comma is an apostrophe that has eaten from the Tree of Knowledge.
- The zero in ten just infected you.
One of those poems that was unlikely to find a home any time soon. Something of a response to Brisbane poet Nathan Shepherdson, who is appearing at the Queensland Poetry Festival this weekend.