poetry
by littlefallsmets
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vacuum flowers
the nothing that we breathe this nothing we swing our arms through is lead molasses in comparison to the vast majority of the universe in the vacuum of space our nothi...
cat's cradle
art is the act of holy flim-flam the craft of the well-intended lie the equal child of shaman and con man if you believe that there’s a real difference between those two kind of guys preac...
agnostic prayer
on some dank greyhound bus by the grace of minor gods we’re gonna overshoot our coverage we’re gonna beat the odds we might end up scarred and spotted we might end up gray of hair we might ...
the treachery of images
here we are, you and me living in the bad universe on the wrong side of history lost in someone else’s memory the hum of the fluorescent lights bleed out a queasy faded green not b...
attempt at a poem en francais
garde-a-vous pour moi et vous garde-a-vous… gardez l’eau a tout la monde, une piscine blue la terre est vieux, quelle age a-tu? la terre est chaud, le mer sans fin ce n’est pas nouvelle c’e...
the end of fandom
Babe Ruth had no trouble cranking out those big hits Babe Ruth had a harder time in battles with syphilis Albert Einstein saw how stars and all the atoms fit Albert Einstein also fucked an...
the mysteries
remember as you wander wondering at the stars you’re not watching where they are you’re observing in the place those fireballs used to be back when they set those photons free ten million s...
let your floodlights shine
our argent angels failing fast silver tongues on wings of wax waves of steel push ocean glass headstart bles’t or lagging last all psychopomp and circumstance squeeze the sham...
mother tiresias jump the gun
rich men know the awful truth that rich men don’t have to win they just have to keep it close enough to steal the day with a deniability that is plausitive then let the cowards that enjoy ...
I Live Like I Drive
I live like I drive a car if you get me on the road with a clear destination I am pretty much the best I can read a map book faster than you can fumble the words into your GPS just above th...
bloodblister
had the dream with the stick-pins from high school shop class again thirty million strong of them driven into every inch of my skin picking them out bloody and thick with the fingernails I d...
every great or awful day
the liminal is luminous we only see at all because something called light can’t make its mind up if it is a particle or a wave ambiguity is the vehicle of meaning wi...
liminial spaces
subliminal messaging’s for the birds now we don’t even have the attention span to take in single frames of content out of context superliminal messaging is now where its at the images that are...
this too shall pass
this too-too sullied royal flush these cheeks so red so loose so lush this royal-jelly covered flesh consumed by kings kings more or less these buzzing things you could believe will deceive ...
men of goodwill
thrift store tee-shirt battered, worn through 15 maybe 20 years old now there in the faded text there was a website’s address we’ve had the internet with us that long now ephemera marked w...
tight rope
every poet wants to be a rock star every rock star wishes they could act every actor just wants to direct every director wants to be a king in fact every king would rather be a goddess or a go...
the vault of meaning
the words will come in their ebb and flow the ink will fill in an ebon flow the words they will come as all things, you know the word will come though it may be “no” that’s the risk you t...
what you got
drugs for the pain pain from the drugs the deepest of veins the dankest of nugs sometimes they help sometimes you’re covered in bugs drugs for the pain pain from the drugs somedays we a...
under the sunset tree
I’ll never be Lord Bryon I don’t heal that fast I could never be that oily and I’m running low on gas now I don’t blame you, baby if you want Lord Bryon’s ass but that man is dead and buried...
persephone's lament
she dreams of lacking internal contradiction she dreams of no longer being legion she dreams of possessing not a single paradox she dreams of no longer changing with the seasons she dreams o...
workin' on a thing for a thing
This is a hard time to do comedy because there’s nothing funny about Donald Trump being president. There isn’t. Nothing. Oh, don’t get me wrong. Donald Trump himself is funny. ...
hope is a hummingbird
hope is a hummingbird tiny and nimble easily crushed can fit in a thimble hope cannot sleep would die if it did but can fall into comas when its well-hid rest for a while hope drinks...
are you okay?
there’s no time left for redemption even less for closure we’re thick as thieves and we’re as thin as sin and losing our composure this goddamn midnight sun it’s gonna be a scorcher but that’s th...
years later
did finally listening to the voices finally make the voices stop? did they make you hook up with a lawyer did they make you marry to a cop? does your mother’s voice still tell you you’re too...
american tune
Who am I if I am a member of this racist homophobic misogynist nation? Who are we if enough of our fellow Americans enough to voter suppress their way to victory believe in this much raw ...
Book Description
these are first-drafts of my newer poems.
some of them will be great, some will be awful.
most will be okay.