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March 24, 2014

and but and

Hearing someone speak of a person as they were the love of their life when you know that person didn't feel the same way at all when they say that's their ex and you know the other person w...


March 24, 2014

redemption song

Sometimes still I think. Gimmie back my car. Gimmie back my memories. Gimmie back my confidence. Gimmie back my sense of self. Gimmie back my youth. Gimmie back my youth. Gimmie back my ...


March 24, 2014

gravity's rainbow

a wise man told me Sunday a wise man who poses as a fool a wise man who poses as a fool that's posing as a wise man he told me Sunday and I'm paraphrasing here because my memory is bad but ...


March 23, 2014

third time

A working class kid with a rich man's education and that's not exactly a boast. And I've toiled in ghettos and mansions I've done it on both coasts. What if setting a record for the most wa...


March 23, 2014

hopes and dreams

I hope she made it to Canada I don't think she made it there but I hope she did and I hope she's happy I hope she got that white picket fence I don't think she got it but I hope she did ...


March 20, 2014

surely really anyway true

and I mean really how can you KNOW you wouldn't like making out with me if you haven't tried it for... 20 or 30 minutes? YOU CAN'T KNOW YOU CAN'T KNOW MAYBE I'M AN ACQUIRED TASTE LIKE BOU...


You can't argue with success. Because success is a concept. So it doesn't have a mouth. Concepts don't have mouths. They don't have anything. They don't exist in any corporeal sense. So you...


sometimes it occurs to me struggling to write poetry the Ts won't cross the Is won't dot they should have sent an astronaut


March 20, 2014

hope springs

I'm not saying I'm not deluded too I don't have faith in ghosts and monsters but I do have the gambler's fallacy and sometimes it is almost as bad so an I declare my lottery addiction a non-...


never mind for lines the shortest distance between two points is a lie and there's a subtle difference between a one-way lie and a mutually-agreed-upon fiction the difference is the lie h...


March 20, 2014

reverse stage fright

reverse stage fright is a serious disorder reverse stage fright is the bane of my existence reverse stage fright is the state of only being comfortable when you're on stage in the act of cre...


March 18, 2014

loose change

it feels like everything around me is in a fevered state of flux everyone is cracking up getting fucked moving in moving up breaking down moving out flipping out signing in sleeping aro...


March 13, 2014

self-mythologizing

I'm a prince up on a parapet and I'm letting down my hair I've known the showers in ivory towers and the friendly ghetto stare I've been thrown out for a lack of funds in the east and...


March 13, 2014

meltdown

when the prevailing winds conspire to leave me the comparatively level-headed person in the room holy Christ something has gone wrong when my usual steady rain of melodrama and self-doubt...


March 12, 2014

Mea Maxima Culpa

this is the process the process is this rendering myself scatterbrained to obfuscate the pain filling my brain with everything that I can fit in there to dull the desire to staunch the ...


March 07, 2014

in the end

chalk it up to a lifetime of lessons learned chalk it up to a five lifetimes' worth of bridges burned chalk it up in a list of debts and credits earned chalk it up to misapplied blame ...


we'll go down to the mall pretend we're still nineteen with our futures still bright and the grass blaring green pretend from Macys to the Target we'll pretend from end to end where the a...


March 05, 2014

the limping friar

I threw out some old glories clad in ones that still apply I go down for water the well is a lie before enlightenment the monk goes to the well for water and after the enlightenment the ...


March 03, 2014

addendum

not so much a prodigal son as a never-was prodigy and yet here I am demanding third chances reconsider me when you check that resume when you smell the laurel trees when you take the J-l...


March 03, 2014

the vinyl countdown

Experience is analog. Memory is digital. An amalgamation of approximations. Memory is a lossy medium. Memory is an mp3 of life's live set. Memory shaves off corners for better compression. ...


March 03, 2014

a boy who reads

I have chopped firewood but I honestly hate it I've only ever done it so that my aging father wouldn't because he can't admit that his heart can't take it but I hate to sweat and it makes ...


March 03, 2014

upon an old warehouse

tear it down blow it up give it away sentimentality is nice but we can drown as rocks in the water by clinging too tightly to yesterday tomorrow is coming and we can either tokens of th...


March 03, 2014

mister mister

madness is only a gift if you know how to keep a lid on it if you know how to simmer that shit channel it keep it under control most of the time because if you can't it's even worse than...


February 27, 2014

the rules

it's not just a matter of knowing the rules so you know how to break them know the rules so well you can make them devour themselves punch their own faces fake their own deaths rip out thei...


February 26, 2014

love's limiting factors

no, love does not conquer all love does not always win but love has a puncher's chance when the fix isn't in love can win any fight that's fair and that has to count for something no, l...


Book Description

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