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Shake That Skeleton

by Curt Allday

You are so quiet there

your eyes asleep
and me there
idle
twiddling my thumbs
all alone in my mind
with you at my side,
imagine that,
another day wishing
I was
we are all wishing
we were
and i have yet to
truly understand
why we are and you are
wishing
we were all somewhere else
in someone else's
clothes
driving another's cool new
ride

i'm finding the glowin night light
to be some kind of symbol
a bonfire bursting on the shore
a dangling lantern in the midst
of the African wild
where i envision you and i
wrestling in the weeds
crawling over each
other trying to feel
what it is like to rinse with
hot volcanic spring water
spitting verses and melodies
over an array of quakes
all for your sake
to shake that skeleton
and pick up that sax
stop your faxing
and your phonecalls
reach inside yourself
touch your own heart
feel its electrical rhythms
and the power
of people
the power of you
who
lies there
breathing so softly
your eyelashes shutterin as
the morning dawn colors
your lips and cuddles your hips
that i cannot help to reach out and touch
close my
eyes
and remember
this song i'm playin right now
moving through me

as i fall asleep to the tones
of the TV speaking
out to me about this truth

but somehow its message
eludes me

and i leave the door wide open

08/28/2006

Posted on 08/29/2006
Copyright © 2022 Curt Allday

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/30/06 at 06:18 AM

i don't know exactly what it is that so effectively draws me in, but i am right there, from the opening line..i see through those eyes watching dear lover sleep...i feel that urge to throw down the electric gadgets and burn from real heat -- wrestling in the weeds, to shake that skeleton and pick up that sax, your eyelashes shutterin as the morning dawn colors your lips and cuddles your hips,,,this is a modern day tale of the basic human need to CONNECT, and the hope that will come to be, with door wide open. astounding. unforgettable. PK

Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/31/06 at 03:11 AM

First of all, you had me hooked right here, "twiddling my thumbs all alone in my mind ..." The whole poem reads like butter and I read it twice. I almost heard you reciting it at a poetry slam or with music in the background. This is definitely going in my favs, Curt.

Posted by Wendy Sparling on 06/22/08 at 09:15 PM

Congrats on POTD, Curt!!

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