Poem-A-Day Project, Day 2

Shook One's Lament

When I
Shake it like a Polaroid Picture
The image doesn't always
Develop
Quite how I envisioned

Sometimes
I break it
When I shake it
Pieces
of what my mother gave me
Lie scattered
Shattered
On the floor

Maceo commands us:
Shake ev'rything you've got!
And then what
Do I have left?
Bits of "ev'rything"
Shaken
Not stirred nor stirring
Strewn behind me
In my shaken wake.

So you'll forgive me
If I'm a little shaky.

Is it really that time?
Time to shake and bake?
All I can do is take
I've nothing left to give.

Nothing left to shake
So my booty
And my tail-feathers
And my Groove Thang
And my tambourine
And the dew on my ever-lovin' lily
just lie there

Immobile

Not shaking
Just
Faking.