B. Andrew Kelly Poet Free verse

Notes About The Poem

I personified a detolf shelf, something made entirely of glass, as an obelisk representative of a previous relationship I had, and was (am?) not over. It was meant to hold mementos and chockeys we would accumulate over the course of our relationship. We built it together, and then yerars later they are gone and it still remains. I never actually smashed it, but in my mind I very much set a scene and wanted to deeply.

Detolf

Today was the first day I held 
a sledgehammer with intention
Callouses connect palms to fingers
tiny fleshy boa constrictors.

There is no catharsis
I know this to be a hollow act
With a face smithed of iron, 
a body lathed with linseed wood,
and a head full of nothing.

No I am not thinking, I am
in fact refusing to do so.
This is an act of refusal
I am choosing childish behavior.

The empty parking lot
execution spot greets
the glass bodied shelf
Which will no longer take
the space of memories it held.

What should be cold and angular
Void of anything aside reflection
is a monument of mourning
a future I shall never know.

Light refracts upon my cones,
my tunneled vision only to show
a mangled miscarriage of the man
I can never grow into with you.

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