poetry
by littlefallsmets
Entries 1,306
Page 1 of 53
blessings
I hope you die I hope you die ugly I hope you die fat and ugly I hope you die fat and ugly and old I hope you die old I hope you die having accomplished so many things having touched so ...
john henry blues
a long time gone ago john henry was a man a long gone time ago he was a steel-driving man but now don’t misunderstand don’t let your senses leave he was ...
march 18
John Jacob Barbenheimerschmidt, that name is my name too, whenever I go out, the people all will shout “THERE GOES JOHN JACOB BARBENHEIMERSCHMIDT, NA NA NA NA NA NA NA!” If a poorly-formed er...
meaningless distinctions
it is my generation’s remit to figure out how to piss on irony’s grave, but you know in a kind of a loving way? it made us feel so clever it made us feel so smart it ...
lemon-yellow danube
you can’t tell the moon from the street-lights in the north countries up here at the edge of anywhere up here on a frozen winter’s eve not with those fogged eyeglasses ...
keep pushing
I’m tired you’re tired he’s tired she’s tired they’re tired we’re tired in fact, to tell the truth I am fucking exhausted and if you’d tell the truth you’re exhausted too ke...
the fault in our scars
If you want to know why you’re always hit on the most and the weirdest and the worst outside of the local gas stations it’s because the gas stations profit from being ...
snippet
if it weren’t for all my sacrilege I would have no rilege at all and if I had me a good slingshot there’d be one less Policeman’s Ball because I may be kind of tall but I cheer a Golia...
never quite escaping
i find myself perpetually stalked by this doughy gruesome monster following me everywhere day and night all hours and all seasons but he is nothing if not a veritably wily grotesque I’...
oct 30
A parody of LL Cool J’s “Mama Said Knock You Out” about Conan the Barbarian starting with the line “Don’t call it a Crom back / I’ve no tongue for prayers”. Sometimes the ancient gods would h...
somebody once
now that the guy from Smashmouth has sadly shuffled this mortal coil I wonder who gets custody of Guy Fieri? is it Nickelback? do you think that it’s Nickelback? Scott Cr...
rubbing it in
Is there any grosser name for a cosmetic than “body butter”? It’s basically one shade less gross than “foot sauce”. QVC will be hawking “skin juice” any day now. Bath and Body Works selli...
down to our last
we don’t need anymore gods or goddesses of war or violence or victory those things are done they’re out of style they’ve ruined too much of this place we don’t need gods of comm...
submitted for your approval
sometimes I wonder if someone maybe myself maybe someone else some tail-end Generation X-er if one of us were granted a wish we didn’t know it but we got a wish and not knowing the power we he...
electric dreams
every science-fiction thing seems to push the idea that we need to be afraid of the robots taking over terminator movies - robots taking over matrix movies - robots taking over...
unlike a virgin
I wonder if Madonna manages to keep up her legendarily-terrible fake British accent even in the middle of coitus “oh, oh, call me Mummy, call me your Mummy, guv’nah!” “yes, ye...
jefferson hill and back
I walk a little blind dog for about a block and a half the one way then the same back and he pisses just about every five yards or so he marks his territory he doesn’t know that the...
way way up there
I just don’t understand why those two random guys were so goddamn excited about seeing a bird or a plane Superman, sure, I get that dude flying around in tights but “Look! Up ...
a new idea for a job
maybe I should invent a job called “impersonal trainer” where you just yell into crowds or into a camera: HEY, YOU SHOULD EXERCISE I DON’T KNOW WHICH MUSCLES OR WH...
the long waltz
when we arrived at this masquerade we couldn’t just leave someone already paid over time, we learned to dance our lives away to someone else’s beat by the ti...
I'm Sorry, Mister Williams Junior
I’m sorry, Mister Williams Junior I am indeed not ready for some football I am in no shape for any sort of Monday night party It has been a really long day of work and Tomorro...
everything I could never be
I’m not a provider she was right her stepford montauk mcmansion mother was right I am not a provider I was never a provider I will never be a provider and not j...
delivery, in five decades or less
Irene, good night Irene, good night Good night, Irene Good night, Irene I’ll see you in my dreams I’d always kind of thought that Herkimer’s Pizza-Hut would manage to survive the heat-de...
eight-nine time
ancient troubadours rehearse in a tuneless droning verse of loves fucked up in youth patrons lost for told truth and the soothing thought for some that a death will eventually come ...
haiku with caramel
this cracker-jack love while sweet clouds may fade with time the true prize endures
Book Description
these are first-drafts of my newer poems.
some of them will be great, some will be awful.
most will be okay.