SRB

Head first into the headboard
I’m shatterproof
But cranial impact
Taps something true
If I could grab your attention
With my styrofoam rattlebox
You’d smile away my transgression
And tap something lost
A spitball to the ribcage
My useless heart hit
We’re slap-happy the livelong day
Neck and neck
If I could grab the man on a street
With my raspy rattaplan
My only personal property
A raspy, whispered plan
A bottle-green sky
Stinging yellow hair
In a tizzy of deviation
Giddy in the glare
If I could grab this whirligig
And keep it in my arms
We’d persevere through what is here
And mourn what is gone
A smoker’s gasp
And a child’s howl
Cut through the air
Drown out all other sound