like fire.

photographed by evan eisenstadt //
http://evaneisenstadt.com

she dances like fire
a flickering flame,
never big
or put out the same.

her dance follows music
music played of sight
like a number of birds perched,
on a set of 5 powerlines.

if ever she could
have uncrossed our stars,
she wouldn’t have done it the same.
she longs and she aches
for longing and aching..
goodbye, my annabel lee.

x x

-V

it took three

one, three, three, three,
animal instincts,
are made of me.

A look.
bats of pleasure,
release in the storm,
with wheels of tradition,
rock to 3/3 rhythms.

Drag your teeth,
to study the contours,
spell her out with scent,
then shade her in with resent.

A touch.
open your mouth,
tomorrow’s the consequence,
but tonight’s the thrill.

So ask me twice,
i’ll answer you none.
Today’s the bullet,
that night: the gun.

x x
-v

head/space

| glitching |

inside her head,
a space she occupies.
it’s got the opposite
of rainbows, lollipops..
but plenty of butterflies.

apologies times one.
with adventures times two.
it’s filled a ravenous plot,
of anxiety and nerve,
but dreams fighting for true.

a place you will see,
with in and out occupants.
new species erup ting,
by the daze, the ours,
the seconds.

she wishes sometimes,
for sustainability.
comfort in calm,
through boring
stability.

but adventure seeks souls,
not the other way around.
her habitat is not to be
controlled by what they say,
is sound.

as fucked as it may be,
she knows it true,
the ability to embrace
herself free
is ignited through
madness in lieu.

x x
-v

instinct

playing | culture thug photography

love is an experience,
every man to marilyn.
every woman to marilyn.

there are some forces we cannot control,
a hammer to knee,
a developed knoll.

some passions they say,
drive us insane,
through drugs and sex and capital gain.

“Get out while you can..”,
“we can settle down..”
the issue is that it’s not chosen crown.

Your soul fires out cries of direction,
through pain, you’ll discover:
without your discretion.

The few to suppress and deny the cry,
can live vanilla,
possibly live to die.

I do not choose to cry hysterics,
I do not choose to feel esoteric.

I do not choose 2 minute-euphoric,
proving paradox-sick.

x x
-v

just like that .

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

like that telephone passed around
in grade school.
she whispers a cool,
you figure a fool.

like those valentines we made
for everyone in class.
she gave em out en masse,
but there was only one to last.

like those cassettes we made
to express ourselves.
with all the whistles and bells,
sit with our love and lust on our dusty DIY shelves.

xx
-v

warehouse will

realest

write a verse from deep in your soul,
dig even deeper
reach me your goal.

Accept that feeling with
all you’ve got,
don’t let anybody stop you
don’t let yourself get caught.

Make love to your heart,
let yourself
fall apart.

xx
-v

proud of you

proud of you

You

Reach a goal,
continue reaching.
Exceed expectation,
Continue to the next, absorbing..

You

Live life,
with utmost integrity.
Life lived,
with respected clarity.

You

You amaze me everyday,
staying humble.
You motivate, inspire me,

You
Proud of
You

xx

-V

work–werk.

man up | work

I am your whore.

I was your whore,
I asked to be,
I do for pay,
you know that’s me.

I love success,
I love the praise.
I have the talents,
you have the raise.

I let go a little,
was not my corner.
I withdrew a little,
she was warmer.

But I am back,
you best be ready.
Back at work,
workaholics UNIT-E-D.

-an ode to work.

xx
v

long time since.

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

Let it rip,
then take a hit,
no air bubb les,
you want it tightly lit.

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

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

xx

-v

blow.