Nearly impossible to unbuild something
Use the flathead screwdriver or lose it
Hold the bolt still, pry loose the thread
Match the wrench & then split the wood
It all ends up unsorted pieces
We end up not seeing the parts into anything
Build a boat or build a bruise
Get scars ferociously, seethe
Give up on glue & pre-fab parts &
Leave orphans that way.

Instructions only work one way
Didn’t come with all the pieces anyway
Dismantled & mangled, built to spill
Pegs fit notches, littered layers labeled
Black-on-white letters with footnotes
Somebody to call, an 800 # with
Bulky people drawings shackled to the pages
All allen wrenches hexagonal stealing
Walk around it before smashing it &
You get nothing for taking things apart
© Adam Bresson

Ari thought flowers were a gracious exchange
Given at the beginning of the birth of a heart
Or the death of a heart & he said
“The end was as easy as the beginning” &
“If you follow the game plan & stake the posts,
Spike the ball & put someone else at forward…”
Now, Ari feels a draft fog coming over him on the firing range
And the gun barrel succulent is a fakeout
To the discotheque violation of early ’88 rap
Song bongo beat freak, dancing at the Valley Mall
Loving the savage heart of TXT girlfriends
And over-the-hill, thrill-a-minute vacant torsos
He is left negatively charged & positively violent
By the sunny summer sunny punchline heartline drop off
© Adam Bresson

On June 11, 2010, I featured at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. It was titled “Somewhere / Someone.” This is part one “SOMEWHERE.” I read six pieces: “Running like hell The El kicks out trash & dust down the dirty streets of Chicago…”, “I say we, displaced by my own motives…” (by Eric Steineger), “I wonder how Baltimore is…”, “Greatest trouble caused by me leaving before you…”, “To the guy with the haircut where it’s short & spiked on top with buzzcut sides…” and “I am a deserter without you…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!