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by littlefallsmets

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March 07, 2016

autobiographic haiku

one of those fish who shrinks or grows to the size of the pond where he lives


March 05, 2016

the sixty-sixth parallel

the roar of borealis lions streak the sky burning up in mating dances blazing for some reason why you can steer your ship by the stars you c...


March 04, 2016

understated overture

you say that you can’t tell but does that mean that you can’t see or does that mean that you can’t say some words have double-meanings hard to really read the tells these days ...


look, up in the sky he’s up all the night there’s no reason why no bird and no plane stuck on the ground going insane it’s normal man he’...


March 03, 2016

the Thirty Mile Zone

tom petty once said “it’s a long day living in Reseda with a freeway running through the yard” soul coughing once said “we are all in some way or another going to Reseda someday to die” for a co...


March 02, 2016

the land of enchantment

all the used bookstores in Phoenix there’s no way to rise above the dross the hidden gold in El Dorado don’t mean shit if it’s lost all these poplar-tree-lined...


March 02, 2016

the memory of us

love is mainlining the idea of you spiking your words into my blood taking your name into my veins injecting myself into your life cut it with sugar cut like a knife love is ...


March 02, 2016

super tuesday

Ginsberg said “I am America and I’m talking to myself” that weird superstitious butterfly-stomach-effect infectious feeling as if maybe the country’s tanking because you don’t have...


February 29, 2016

friend of a friend haiku

ghosts flitting through your facebook walls and memories all are haunted now


February 27, 2016

the other side haiku

Icarus also could not fly too low, his wings would stiffen and break


February 26, 2016

crash diet

shave off extraneous words loose adjectives and adverbs easy fluff you hide behind it’s only extra weight now burdening your body-mind times are gonna be lea...


February 25, 2016

and lucky

all the needed tools are at your disposal now if disorganized if rusted if missing some instructions can you be focused and lucky enough? can you get it all together? ...


February 25, 2016

e/the/real

ethereal or e the real it’s all how you slice it something you just feel as the one word four syllables as three words it’s only three however you slice it something trying t...


February 25, 2016

the rumpty dance

what do you call the thing that’s left when you’re beaten but you’re not dead? when the body’s gone but you’re still ahead? when you’ve fallen but you’re not broken? ...


February 23, 2016

all-seeing haiku

social media’s recursive panopticon: like comment subscribe


February 22, 2016

harvest haiku

Neil Young never knelt and Neil Young never got old while we rushed for gold


February 22, 2016

east hollywood haiku

I saw Aimee Mann in the Cafe One-Oh-One some other lifetime


February 17, 2016

shatter

molten glass we try so hard to be so cool so fast we become brittle can’t change quickly if at all inexorably shatter at someone else’s touch molten glass we’d be so very strong if ...


February 17, 2016

weather report

we weathered the wastelands weakened worried wary weary the weeks turned into years we didn’t give into hatreds but were worn down by fears we weathered the week...


February 17, 2016

grist haiku

life is your story and as an old friend told me: revise and revise


February 17, 2016

the edge of change

corner a generation with medical bills student loans and subsistence jobs give us nothing to lose see what happens they’re arresting us for our loans now, agai...


February 17, 2016

fraternity row

I’d get in conversations with the crows of Syracuse I’d caw at them in the trees at night they’d caw back down at me on the ground we had an understanding, the crows and I...


February 17, 2016

reruns

when you consider the lifespans of cats and mice Tom was probably battling generations of Jerries mistakenly thinking they were all one mouse this one bruised him with a meat ...


February 17, 2016

idiot nostalgia

always weird when someone with the same hair of the same height as an ex breezes through past you in line at a bar brushes on over-ways just for a ...


they aren’t scars they were never scars they are survival marks they aren’t wounds from nightly bars or afternoons measured out in coffee-spoons ...


Book Description

these are first-drafts of my newer poems.
some of them will be great, some will be awful.
most will be okay.