the necessary condition

A poetry blog

Month: November, 2012

I guess we’re not friends.

She does not know where to begin,
a black stained heart,
that
‘s wearing thin.

She ate a bear that ate a mouse,
turn
ed back around,
and
gave good douse.

The mouse ate grass hit with pesticide,
grew holes in teeth,
for words, speci
alized.

The kind of word that holds 12 letters,
3 o
f them known,
and 9 with silence fetters.

The mouse looked straight into her eye,
and easi
ly said:
“you’ve always got a friend nearby.”

She smiled real big, then realized,
the day fell asleep, was again hypnotized.

act I scene V


xx

-v

bring the baby and the man, meet you at the cemetery.

Down they go,
a
round the hill.
The swigging show,
will p
lay without will.

Flick the tab,
tu
rn the cap,
light the end,
and suc
k the sap.

Enter a state,
of temporary…
with thos
e laying 6 feet under,
in unchosen residency.

Raise a swig,
to the one
s that fought,
the ones that struggled,
the on
es that lost.

Then raise another,
to the guilty few,
rai
se a laugh,
to th
eir limbs askew.

I’ll bring Mr.Jack,
You bring Pabst-y.
I’ll bring my other friends,
meet at the cemetery.

xx

-V

mr jack plays with PeeBee AREE.

fake plants.

The time in between,
has stretc
hed out 6,6,6 ways.
I kn
ow it’s done in two,
when enough’s never done in lays.

One good thing happens,
the life is gold,
but
it falls quite quickly,
with a tension to hold.

It roughed in two,
and split the cuff,
Was n
o longer in limit,
she called your bluff.

So admit the fraud,
and s
wallow it whole,
there’s not much of a life,
if your life’s got a two-way toll.

Mitch All Together

Mitch Hedberg All Together | MIKKO KUORINKI | kiasma museum
http://www.kuorinki.com/works/wall-piece-with-200-letters-kiasma/


xx

V

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