poetry
by littlefallsmets
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s words
they forged a sword so strong that it could cut through anything anything not just flesh or bone metal or stone the sword could cut through concepts the sword could cut through ether ...
that beast nostalgia
nostalgia is the methadone to the opiate of really being alive the clinic doors have been shuttered there’s only one way left to thrive pull together all your embers of the f...
tannhauser gate
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe I’ve matched wits with Gary Gnu I’ve gotten a standing ovation dressed as Andre the Giant at a sold-out burlesque show I’ve run errands for the...
status update
facebook doesn’t need to tell me it’s the birthday of one ex and then send me an old picture of the other five years ago as a “facebook memory” even worse from new york ci...
discount
the cazenovia discount that whoever came the furthest to join these weirding revels should have a little extra time to raise their vocal levels or if there is not anyone who’s from that far a...
slight return (voodoo chile)
the return there, turn the ret-urn the return here turn there turn everywhere we turn turn everywhere the tides churn suns burn ...
shakedown
life and time will take your favorite songs away through the experiential association that’s just how it is you loved it then you heard it ten thousand times at that terrible job where...
the process
praise be whatever is behind the veil sometimes we are reborn after we fail if we’ve communion with it to be made it isn’t wine or bread or salt or corn the gift...
two
there were two points to be made about the woman in the strip mall parking lot in the mini-van with the jealous looking man stopping in and out of the shop for cigarettes of some kind one was...
mantra
you make yourself a hurricane you make your mind the eye your heart opens the white hot room and then you live or die
you are el
you are laminations you are liminal you are luminous you are lamentations you are libations you are love you are illustrated you are elevated you are limitless you are a discret...
putting on airs
no mere material inheritor she was rather an heiress to Eris goddess of strife and discord it was what we loved her for she was an heiress to strife and discor...
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as for this barrage its of dribs and drabs its of bibs and bobs it is no scripture but a scrapture no catch-all just a capture I can only pick...
anxious weather
when it passes by it passes like rain worms rising from gravel as heartache and pain and after we’ve dried out with sunshine for days ...
a wagon so long it circles itself
we’re no mere blasphemers we are blasphenominal you’re not just gender-non-comforming you are glambiguous in expression in identity and in volume we are the hot hot heathens these are n...
take deep breaths
consider all the shame consider all the blame it’s the same game don’t do it for the gloss don’t do it for the boss they exact the same cost your blood your life your love the iron fist or...
lincoln avenue address
I believe in the weird arts I believe in punk rock indie film bit parts I believe in burlesque secular street preachers I believe in mandolins accordions and...
cardiff giant
(okay, it’s more of a metal song than a poem but the idea of writing a metal song about the Cardiff Giant hoax in the 1800s tickled my fancy so, ah, there we are) will the man who’s made of stone...
panic attack haiku
reverse of reserves a reserve of reverses past empty, worsens
not quite a thousand words
in the universe where you went back in time you tried to prevent World War Two by propping up Hitler’s art career he supplanted Bob Ross on the Joy of Painting some other messed-up ...
five into seventy-two
the deer on Route Five are trying to give their lives to take out our cars late at night as a political or religious statement at this point fucking deer ...
independence day
after we invade countries after we raze cities burn their farms and commandeer their wells start putting in Cinnabons Starbucks and Shells when they start getting our summer ...
this is not a finished poem
wisdom is realizing you’re never going to be wise all of the time no matter how much experience you’ve got up your sleeve revise revise revise Einstein close to the nature of...
radio free will
oh baby oh darling I’ve held my commission despite indecision despite all the derision I’ve held my commission despite all the times it has meant my omission despite all the dissin’ the jam...
as we go along
had the power socket gone up in flames at three in the morning not five in the afternoon I would be dead right now suffocated along with my family and their pets we would have all been dea...
Book Description
these are first-drafts of my newer poems.
some of them will be great, some will be awful.
most will be okay.