Breakdown

In 50 years,
students and teachers
may read my poem
and over analyze this
line by line.

I don't know
if I will be alive then
to know this but
I have confidence that
all English teachers must do so.

I don't have any control
and I don't know if I should
be honored.
All things written were
meant to be taken apart
and reattached.

Like a curious child
with building blocks,
I write this, and I'm
not willing to share
my creation.

But the kid in the corner
will charge over
as does a learner with their pencil
and knock over my blocks
with determination.

I was a passive child
and I'm a passive person.
Analyze this if you wish.
It's plain, but find out
what you wish.

Random Connections

I can't see it because it isn't there.
And no one understands.
It is easy to forget it.
You don't miss what you will never have again.

Separated at the
poorly hemmed seams,
life falls apart.
The seamstress is
out to lunch.

Wounds heal themselves.
Stitches are cheating.
Time heals most wounds.
Some are left at the mechanic's shop
in the back of the store
to be repaired later.

Line by line,
I'm confused
With many things going wrong
and nothing left
Could things get worse?
Perhaps--Murphy's law says that all that can go wrong
will go wrong.

I have seen the beginning
and I have control of my end.
The limit
as my end approaches old age
and I can't see or breath or
shit on my own.

I will be alright.

I Said Yes

Twelve months ago
We stood there at the rubble.
You asked me whether we would be this way.
I said no.
I didn't know.

Eight months ago
You took the kitchen knife from the drawer.
You took your knife to me, but missed.
You left for an hour, and returned crying.
You asked me whether we would be ok.
I said yes.
I didn't know.

Six months ago
We celebrated an anniversary.
You tried to hurt me with the phone
Because you thought a voice on the machine was flirtatious.
You left a piece of the telephone in my head.
You left me there to bleed a little.
You returned crying
and asked me whether we'd be ok.
I said yes.
I didn't know.

Three months ago.
You purchased a metal bat.
I didn't answer a question about how you looked correctly.
You beat me with your metal bat, breaking me down.
I bled inside, and blued outside.
You left me on the ground for an hour,
and upon my return from the hospital,
You asked me whether we would be ok.
I said Ok.
I didn't know.

One month ago
You poisoned me.
I died.
You left for an hour before returning.
You asked me whether we would be ok.
I didn't answer.
You hit me with your bat.
I didn't answer.
I never answered again.

Domestic violence is never alright.
End it before it ends you.

Recycling

I'm burning out.
I'm blowing up.
I'm breathing in.
I'm falling back.

Take the straw from your eyes
Realize who this is.
Come from behind your glass window.
Save me from this.

I'm looking forward,
but I'm too blind.
I'm hearing opportunity
or I'm too deaf to know.
I'm thinking different
but everyone is as well.

Take the cover from your eyes.
Someone listen to this.
Someone come from behind
and Save me from this.
I can't believe
that I can't do this on my own.
Someone save me.
Save me from this life.

Among the Rubbish

I can't breathe.
The heat is smothering me.
I can't see.
The sun is blinding me.
I can't be.
The life is hating me.
I can't believe.
The time is wasting me.

Anstatt zu

Anstatt der Freiheit zu haben,
muß ich leben.
Anstatt zu leben,
muß ich atmen.
Anstatt zu atmen,
muß ich der Freiheit zu haben
um zu leben.
Ich kann nicht leben,
wenn ich die Freiheit nicht haben kann.
Ich hätte geliebt,
würde ich geblieben.
Das Atmen ist geblieben.