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Oh Mama, Melodrama

by Curt Allday

It's 3AM and
there is a blur
streaking through the
Safeway bread

on aisle
5
riding up the highway
through San Diego
strewn with memories
of Cameros
and V-Dubs

The hubs of times
no longer present and
unable to fit in
with the unusual
face staring into the mirror
older,
wiser?
is a geyser of
oily, vacuumous
nomenclature
and acronyms
meant
to help
you
decipher
what
this all
really means

is I am
coping
hoping
groping
the silky
web
of dreams
for the simple
hidden all over
this desk, a mess of
a tornado
whirling

into my chest ,
a lightning
rod for love
of life

the love of the living

here
in my world
with the
sounds blaring

and
the phone ringing,
buzzing with your
commands
and feelings
inside
an infinite
field
treading
it
so lightly

breathing in
its mist
and
lying down
with my grey
coat underneath
my head

and smile
and whisper
something

that disappears

05/06/2006

Posted on 05/06/2006
Copyright © 2022 Curt Allday

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 05/09/06 at 04:37 AM

Curt, your poem reads so smoothly that I read it much too quick. So, I went back for another read and was fascinated. You have put it all together in such a delicately chosen process of words, I was blown away. We dream, we age, we grow wiser, we look back, we go on, but what has disappeared is simply right there, for us to pull up at anytime. Some lament, some comment, some get over it ... but it's always there. This is going into my favorites. :)

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/16/16 at 06:48 PM

This is a wonderful poem. Splendid images. Congratulations.

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