Because what ricochets from me to you
from ground to sky our light and touch
that gravity our souls bend across the back of the sun
Broken by dawn, returns us shattered
in shards in the cut-glass life we scrape together
until our hands bleed
Sweeping ourselves like crumbs off the floor
what we do every day
to continue
Our nerves on fire brainstorms of sheet lightning
eyes sparking blue flames the mind's
power lines down in this hurricane of need
Tossed wave after brainwave on the shores
of corpus colosseum, corpus coliseum,
colossal failure
We're tied to the mast the sirens calling
cop car lights flashing the getaway car leaves
us holding the bag
Heart-armored cars robbed of our love
Glock bullet kisses that blow a hole in your mind
all gone in a Tik-Tok stick-em-up robbery
No one to save us no heroes no Batman
No Hatman no whack-a-mole Slapman
only winners and losers, sinners and users
Pushed into cacophony sycophancy immediacy
a symphony of grand larceny us trying to steal away
on our hard luck pony down in the teeth so much
Rotting fruit crushed between our fingers
dogs lapping at the juice of
our very worst selves
We've crawled inside our own carcasses
pulled down behind us the rib-cage door
of our panic rooms
What will we do next
for warmth
for survival
For Shay’s Word Garden
qbit 
Fabulous, q. I especially like those first three stanzas. Wow.
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Thank you!!!
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Does someone need a vacation?
“Corpus Coliseum” is brilliant wordplay. It’s located beside the waters where the Medula Oblong Regatta is held.
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Hahaha!! “Medulla Oblongata Regatta” is a keeper.
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OMG LOL.
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You had me at “..that gravity our souls bend across the back of the sun…” but then you twisted my mind with all the transitions this poem sets out–twisted in the best way, of course. Some really striking word play and internal rhyme just throws more bullets into our tender spots in this armored-heartless action flic we didn’t realize we were starring in, and the close sets the sun on any lingering youthful optimism. Really some fine poeming going on here, qbit.
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Thank you. Appreciate it. Sort of continuing what I was doing last week, but not as well I think. In the lab experimenting.
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The LOL OMG is not in response to your poem … the “what will we do next
for warmth for survival” … seriously not funny. And a great write, Q.
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Lol! Of course!!
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