Falling Down Poem by David McLansky

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.