Absorption...

Soaking up sops through porous catch-alls,
Consuming bountifully… the quicker-picker-upper.
Pumping the sump of knowledge,
Mopping the seeping residuals.

I shoulda worn goulashes.

The shock is devoured and jarring muffled.
Balance is maintained as abruptness ricochets away.
Forces unyielding are engulfed into a meaningless void,
Suspension smoothes the ride.

I shoulda buckled-up.

Gobbled-up light not easily reflected,
Red, green, and blue guns aligned.
Maximum spectrum soaked,
Infra, ultra, and beta be damned,

I shoulda worn shades.