Shake Rattle and Roll

Sit stubborn on your perch of heat be still until I’m gone my vigil won’t induce one note toward your explosive song. My absence sets your trigger faint gurgling a shake until great belches power on a steamy shrill above the watery quake. I’ll not come a running because you give the nod now YOU’LL go unheeded I hear just my i-pod. ©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins May 5, 2012 this was written for a poetry challenge which was to write a poem about an unnamed subject and have the reader guess.