she'd guessed the access code.
Amid disassembled hardware, I located and removed
my emotional investment.
New garden. No succulents.
I bang the yield in walls with a hammer.
I erect abstract sculpture the neighbors hate.
I go on, exploded,
hating inevitable outcomes
and the rattle of my seed-pod heart.
______
A flash 55 for my BFF.
image: from the sci-fi movie "Ex Machina"
That second line hits like a metal fist. A figurative garden for les fleurs du mal, indeed--and a rather thorny harvest which doesn't seem able to yield, except to that guy with the scythe, maybe--but fortunately, robots are ignorant of seeds, though they may come in pods of a sort. An intricate and devilish 55, Shay--always glad when you are able to play, with or without artificial playmates in tow. (And now I want to check the "I am not a robot" box, on general principles. ;_) )
ReplyDeleteThis is my new favorite 7-11 reference ever!!
ReplyDeleteAnd at least your heart still has seed pods:) I was surfing Lana Del Rey tunes earlier too. Does that out me in your same succulent free garden or sucky-free one?? You hammer these out so effortlessly 💜💐
I read this late last night and laughed out loud at lines 3 and 4.
ReplyDeleteTrust me, the need to disassemble the emotional attachment is not something I take lightly. The battle between the yin and yang of loving wages forth.
:-)
Breaking up is a shit, especially when knowing our robots (barstewards that they are) slept around; we disinvest, set new parameters, but
ReplyDeletein our seed-pod hearts, hope springs eternal…
Anna :o]
Shay, I continued the yin yang tennis match for Brendan's prompt.
ReplyDelete;-)
Oh, God, I love this! That opening kills me!
ReplyDeleteI love it, too, especially the seed pod heart.
ReplyDeleteI love that you are so gifted, you can go from the voice in the previous poem to this voice ... or vice versa, as it were.
ReplyDelete"Amid disassembled hardware, I located and removed
my emotional investment."
Wow. And this:
"I go on, exploded,
hating inevitable outcomes"
For reasons to go unexpressed, I believe the speaker to be a man. I enjoyed this reading very much.