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i refuse to remain docked
by Ava Bluwith these columns between
us
and these nails not able to penetrate
layers
I think I work best
alone
my brain needing time to absorb the chemicals around,
the pheromones,
the reasons people possess for
smiling
they’re all so paranoid
and I see the laugh lines turning to wrinkles
so deep that no one will recognize them
in a few years
but the words will remain,
the whistles between each lonely skip
will live on
but the lines will have been buried
beneath plastic surgery
I think they work best when
surrounded
and this is why I can’t have them
occupying any inch of my soul
because I don’t want to be in the circle,
the victim of hazing
that wasn’t brutal enough in college
so they turned it up a notch
and now they have become ship-wrecked
without sinking
and begging for me to be the anchor,
for me to be their way back on shore
but I’m just a vessel
staying unhinged.
03/17/2009 Posted on 03/17/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/17/09 at 08:13 PM There's such a great beginning and end to this. The opening is phenomenal and almost immedietly spins us into some of the most surreal territory I've ever seen out of your work. It's impossible in some places to know where it might go next. But it doesn't feel unfocused. I definitely get a sense of a reason for every line, and it comes right back to that opening stanza with the final one. A weird, excellent read. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/17/09 at 09:16 PM Ava has found the secret of the Bermuda Triangle. Glad you're standing your ground. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/17/09 at 11:07 PM I know this. Being undocked is (to me) the only way to live healthy. God, even a simple wave to the shore can bring on the hordes...careful. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 03/18/09 at 03:15 AM this piece is a mirror. i know this. and i feel like every thought expressed here, i have had and failed to share. even the title. the title resonates. thank you for writing this. |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 03/18/09 at 04:37 PM A confident voice guiding the reader over softly burning poetic embers. Totally bad ass. |
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