the necessary condition

A poetry blog

Month: December, 2012

jingled balls.

The year is quickly coming to an end,
and I
have much to say.
This christ
mas was weird and lonely,
but I
‘ll let come what may.

Take my breath and unwrap your gifts,,
your hearts-worth more than gold,
I’
m glad they’re part of my mess here,
So here I will be bold.

I’ll eat your souls but I’ll be nice,
I’ll let them play with mine.
My feelings are only for you,
the
rest can die in line.

I want so bad to tell you how,
I feel about this love.
I’ll set aside this ego, and risk,
the age-old problem–solution there-of.

You make me smile..and I hate that feeling,
It’s all warm and soft.
I’d sing and dance and lie for you,
eve-en outrun lara croft.

Remember this, I’ll say it once,
I love you more than my brows,
I’ll s
have em off and leave em bare,
but you better keep your vows.

Hoe, Hoe, Hoes,
Merry Jingle balls.
Here comes another year,
to bellow down this fucking li
fe’s halls.

xx

-V

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iPostulate

She thought about it,
she ma
de no hate.
They belittled, condescended,
iPo
stulate.

She built and shoveled,
she k
icked the gate.
They laughed and judged,
iP
ostulate.

She brought her almost,
she car
ried jail bait.
They to
ok it and ran,
iPostulate.

She played with fire,
sh
e entered new state.
They buttered her up,
i
Postulate.

She let her in,
and it was fate.
It’l
l end with tears,
iPost
ulate.

toronto | 1912 | kew beach | winter

toronto | 1912 | kew beach | winter

xx

-v

long time since.

Flip a page,
get it corn ered,
Th
e less it’s bent,
the less blues you got armoured.

Let it rip,
th
en take a hit,
no air bubb les,
you want it tight
ly lit.

Blow two in,
draw several out,
r estrain the note,
inh
ale a shout.

Get a quick ie,
pay the bill,
fee
l the lift,
inject the thrill.

xx

-v

blow.

blow.

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