Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Falling Down


My life is falling off the walls
No Super Glue prevents their fall
My pictures setting below the horizon
Of my bed, the noise surprising;

And soon I’ill be as never was
I hate the drill bit’s whir and buzz
I refused to drill into the plaster
My life itself enough disaster;

Soon all the walls will be just hooks
A smudge of where the glue first took;
Soon the paint of scattered walls
Will bare the smudge: My rise and fall.

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 15, 2013

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