the necessary condition

A poetry blog

like fire.

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

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

joke’s on.

you cut people - moma - 08.12

you cut people – moma – 08.12

a can of worms,
a whoopee thing.
a shocking shake,
and silly string.

a nerve following
every word.
With powers so strong,
it fills a void.

a worthy glance
of shared laughter.
With powers so strong,
it fills a void.

a driven feel
of “finally”.
With powers so strong,
It fills a void.

A can of worms,
A whoopee thing.
A shocking shake,
And silly string.

joke’s on ___.

x x
– V

direct your current.

dc/ac

dc/ac

direct the current,
or alternate it.

a hello to be edited,
conversation- audited.
yeah ’cause-deception lay
in disappointment bay
worse than your maker,
handed it to your re-creator.

Always be the third,
In a sequence of evens.
Hello ego no. large,

Should we tango?

x x
-V

callisto

deserted.

deserted.

jupiter, jupiter
woops, no woops.

If only you could have,
said no and turned away,
-gotten off shore,
without leaving single sun ray?

no legitimacy.
intimacy.

You’ve gotten too tangled,
now to animal forms,
you’re forever wain-ing in the sky,
a trophy that outperforms.

x x
V

smoothies in a bowl.

flushing

flushing

front pocket full of emoji things.
Formulated individuality
gifted with every pursuit
for greater venality.

Romanticize the blvckout
to criticize the trend.
Release the entitlement,
epitomize the truth bend.

waking up.
-it’s an interesting trip.

x x

-v

it took three

cultural production

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

it’s not you, it’s me.

we joke, we laugh.
we joked, we laughed.

quite frankly…
It’s not you, it’s me.

I write about heartbreak,
I write about ecstasy.
I wrote about us,
I wrote, I write – it is a must.

Quite honestly…
It’s not you, it’s me.

I speak to you,
I speak of you.
I spoke to you,
I spoke of you.

Quite transparently…
It’s not you, it’s me.

I want this set straight,
I wanted this set straight.
Listen to C. Simon,
Listen to her twice a day.
“You’re so vain”
-she would say.
She said it best,
I live in my head,
introvert. so take a rest.

Spare me, please.
I could beg.
Believe what you must,
it’s way more about me, than it ever was and will be about you-
Trust.

I wrote about you,
I write about me.
I will always double you are I tea eee.

x x
-v

it used to be.

reaching | clawing | letting go

reaching | clawing | letting go

The things you said,
the things you did,
Will never change,
A solid bid.

The way you are,
the way you were,
polar opposites,
like hot and brr.

Whoever you are,
whoever you were,
i’ll keep the good,
the rest will blur.

x x
-v

head/space

| glitching |

| glitching |

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

apologies times one.
with adventures times two.
it’s fi
lled 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 seco
nds.

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

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

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

x x
-v

fact is.

toxicity

toxicity

she has followed you into the dark.
she has blossomed your every spark.

she will extend the years you have.
she will shed

tears

on your behalf.

she has created without a say.
she ha
s presented herself for pay.

she will slave until you’re done.
clearly, art is love n
o. won.

x x
-v

instinct

playing | culture thug photography

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 discreti
on.

The few to suppress and deny the cry,
can live vanilla,
pos
sibly 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

no cigar.

ninetees summer dirtbag | san francisco

ninetees summer dirtbag | san francisco

She eats no meat
she shaves her head,
She would
much rather her friend
instead.

She never will ever
try anything but that,
She’s g
ot life in a beat,
and will remain without sat.

with kindness She finds
there’s not much here,
has smoke in one mouth,
with words She do
esn’t hear.

She remembers to remember,
to not give a fuck,
her entity is irony,
and She’s fres
h outta luck.

xx
-v

just like that .

roVAG666

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

like that telephone passed around
in grade scho
ol.
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 t
o last.

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

xx
-v

warehouse will

realest

realest

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

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

Make love to your heart,
let yourself
fall ap
art.

xx
-v

lone ranger.

kimsooja-unfolding | vancouver art gallery

kimsooja-unfolding | vancouver art gallery

she likes to dine alone.

the theatre is cheaper when buying for one.

step up
turn left
turn right
Turn left
go straight
check o
ut.

Go up
turn left
follow shape
mirrors
okay.
sit in dark.

xx
-v

15 minutes of flame.

cobalt | home

cobalt | home

Hold her in the dark
with a lightened sense of
Real
ity.

2 minutess pass of eternal
blindness lead by
Her eyes in the dimmed
ligh
t of heart.

2 more minutess and she
hears her soul, through
Infinite comprehension
Her touch, she touches
And revea
ls her sufferance.

2 more minutes into
the most intense
romance and she realizes
she must let go.
but she won’t
So kick and fool she but it’s
he
r heart that her tries
To fool.

2 more minutes resists
her succeeds, her heart fooled
by her own mislead a
mbitions.

7 remaining minutes only memories
Remain.she can‘t let go
Fool x 2 matc
h made.

xx

-v

Escapism, at best.

enter my wardrobe.

enter my wardrobe.

Narnia for a while,
can bring forth,
an insig
htful smile.

Narnia for a while longer,
can bring forth,
a spirit
ual slaughter.

Bring your coats, swords,
powers to the back.
The wardrobe leads in,
to a life o
ff track.

Imagine foreword a dream,
that’ll catch.
Watch for cautionary tales,
in the
strings with circle latch.

Monitor your life bass,
release your carbon monox.
Breathe in plant fumes,
collect wardrobe rocks.

Leave markers to find your way back,
with alarms and reminders,
set staggered notes,
and search-rescue finders.

Recall the lions,
lick your wounds.
Come back in bett
er piece,
before the witch sets your tombs.

Restrain seeking revenge,
remember your choice to enter,
the wardrobe did tempt you
but, was your demon o
ff center?

Be wary of the Ice Queen,
who’s cold with the pageant smile gate.
She’ll pick you up and eat you,
then play it real a
s fate.

Request time for yourself,
you didn’t come back.

xx
-v

won burn | won lick

san francisco pier

san francisco pier


The water carrier
brings forth the pen,
to paper it hits
relea
se her ken.

Grab the incense,
a wick ready to burn,
she just wants to feed those who need
before they starve to
urn.

The bucket carries more
than hydration,
try agai
n for the next won,
get your salvation.

Nourishment we taste in
is our cunning wit.
It throws us and loathes us,
un
til we say fetch, rollover, sit.

Release your inner in sense,
wit
h a burn and a lick,
8 months and four minutes,
her goal is to love me sick.

Recall the water carrier,
she loves her touch,
not controlling.

xx

-V

but one.

there's an always an opening.

there’s an always an opening.

I ate the birds to sing a song.
I slept,
with a
n angel for,
a wish on which to
dwell.
I went downtown
to learn what not,
to be.

Released my steeze,
on a full moon breeze.

I shared a cookie
and did
n’t get a
crumb.
Will Remember to never
be
anything
but one.

xx

-v

numb daze

empty can

empty can

There are good days
and there are bad days
That is
fact.

But then there are days
of daze.
Not good, nor bad.
No fee
ling,
you could’ve had.

No distinction,
no emotion,
no
r memory,
of conviction.

No pardon,
no thanks,
nor successes,
in ranks.

No heart,
no
desire,
nor disgust,
in perspire.

Those numb daze…
are no good.
nor bad.
They’re dangerous,
disinterest clad.

xx
-V

proud of you

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 li
ved,
with respected clarity.

You

You amaze me everyday,
staying humble.
You mot
ivate, inspire me,

You
Proud of
You

xx

-V

work–werk.

man up | work

man up | work

I am your whore.

I was your whore,
I asked to be,
I do for pay,
you kno
w 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,
workaholi
cs UNIT-E-D.

-an ode to work.

xx
v

thunderST(r)UCK

It’s been 2 months.
but it’s plain to see,
the lif
e I made,
thunder STUCK me.

Been writing, been loving,
been working to deaths,
been life-ing and living,
been catching he
r breaths.

Here’s a dabble into life presently:

The water, she trickles deep,
in her eardrums.
The animals, they whimper,
much louder than hums.

The birds they sing,
The forest, it grows.
The people, they stare,
Yet, less frien
ds than foes.

Disappear promptly into 3 cities,
no specifics, no word,
just jump realities.

Suburbia allows for distorted growth,
Breathe in the air,
take therapeutic oath.

The water, she disrupts,
her trickling best.
The animals, they break,
the blood pump in chest.
the birds, they mock,
the forest it haunts,
The peop
le, they talk,
Yet, my life here is on lock.

xx
-V

the queen.

mission dolores | san francisco | bay area

mission dolores | san francisco | bay area

She spotted the queen,
she saw her real.
In h
alf sun,
with lungs of steel.

Walk Real down the streets,
filled tight.
With ev
erybody you know,
in sight.

Ain’t nobody want to,
do you wrong.
But the grrl you wanna see,
ain’t in this so
ng.

She’s messin’ with the whales,
she’s messin’ insane.
She’s got nobody else,
in absolute reign.

She knows she’s right,
in her own regard.
There will not be a happy,
ending on the bar
d.

xx
-v

dry.

pick your poison | ocean or fosset |san francisco pier

pick your poison | ocean or fosset |san francisco pier

The dark lives on,
sober without a drop.
Of anyhing more,
than the wells of the sop.

Remind yourself of tranquility,
not need
ing a fill.
Of courage nor excitement,
to commence your thrill.

Keep forth on adventure,
with comfort of a single.
Through LED lights,
and opportunity to mi
ngle.

Allow movement:multidirectional,
to reach its own destination.
Crouch down but don’t bow,
for organic manifestation.

Circulate with opening,
lookout for break in li
ne.
For necessary escape,
from trap in thine.

The dark lives on,
until light is granted.
Permission to enter,
without eye
brows too far slanted.

xx
-V

black n blue

wasteface.

wasteface.

blondey.

blondey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She will not let you break her heart,
but bruising, tearing,
you did
rip apart.

She will not let you play with her,
but pick you last,
for minimal stir.

She will not let you eat her soul,
but wa
nts to lose weight,
so grab a bowl.

She will not let you in her mind,
but inhaled her
whispers,
her sanity away, she signed.

You’re scare, she knows,
she’s black n blue,
just cut your shit,
she knows your
show.

xx

-V

creation.

2013-06-17 22.59.11

Hours and minutes, and seconds spent,
Making, thinking,
mind al
l bent.

From one to the other,
medium one is set.

Seconds and minutes and hours let,
creat
ing, conceiving,
soul reset.

From two to the other,
medium two set.

Minutes and lifetimes and lightyears bet,
humming, sweating,
no sense regret.

xx

-V

umpteen years.

vpl

vpl

Her hand in mine,
the sweet smell of her will.
There’s nothing l
ike the way she puts her life,
in her smile.
Her every tear dehydrates me
and all I want to do is hold her soul
in the crevice of mine.
I want you
to whisper your entirety
Into my sigh.
Release your every breath into my lie.

Then hold me in you until we
shift…
Then hold me eve
r closer.

This is not love,
this is it.

I wanna hold your hand, tonight.

Listen to your eyes age,
and secret
s into my lines.

Your every inhale sinks to the pit
Of my gut…for longer
Than a while.

So let go a few,
and then a few more,
I’m here b
ut cannot dwell
For you to realize.

xx

-V

Romanticizing everything.

sold out. try again.

sold out. try again.

She wanted to be independent,
Picked up her shell,
Moved across
the nation,
In order to build new dwell.

Never the right materials,
Utilized escapism,
Will settle f
or pop art,
Even when looking fauvism.

Gifts will sit and wait,
She’ll never carry her own.
She’ll d
o you favour,
If only she gets to post as social media throne.

She will leave you in the dust,
If building her dwell cell.
Forget the thought of collaboration,
If her name is not firs
t sell.

xx

-v

degrading triangles.

beware of the seeing the bottom.

beware of the seeing the bottom.


She goes for the right side ups
to get over the upside downs.
There’s n
o real sense,
but turned up sounds.

She feels for it,
but doesn’t want any feels.
Gets into it, knowing,
there’s no endpoint to these reels.

So down she goes in spinal tap,
with nothing but touch to see.
Blindly convincing herself,
that wishful thinking is reality.

xx

-v

_______is also her name.

stop it.

stop it.

Unfortunately my favorite song,
has the same name as her.

If you don’t feel lucky to not be one..
of the 1.8 people who died this second.
At least
feel lucky to have not be one..
of the 5.6 million people to die every year.

Get into it.
Get into it.
Get into it.

The penny’s face up,
and it catches your eye.
Even if
you don’t believe in luck,
do you just walk on by?

You weren’t one of the 1.8 this second,
pick up the fucking coin,
make a wish at 11:11,
and live as if you will be one..
or point 8 of the next second.

xx

-v

set in a world, a stray.

mcspadden park. git sum.

mcspadden park. git sum.

It’s muddy outside,
it was caused by her tears,
try to w
alk through,
but your feet will leave marks of fears.

Remember what he taught us,
“solitude is the necessary condition”,
the mud grants you not,

but tears over, will grant you remission.

She cannot remember the last time,
it followed her for umteen years,
it cast a shadow,
brought her shou
lders to her ears.

Feel the mud between your toes,
your shoes cannot be on,
and when your done,
pick up the shoes of anoth
er john.

xx

-v

mittens.

take me back to chelsea piers.

take me back to chelsea piers.

I never wanted to say it,
but it’s time for a change,
I never w
anted to do it,
but it’ll be out of my range.

The action upon which,
the push comes to shove,
will outlive your pati
ence,
and reclaim the fingers of a glove.

The desire within which,
is held dearest to your feed,
will be out-shined and re-shined,
far past the power of ne
ed.

The time during which,
it’ll take you to realize,
you’re not too vain,
this is about you –no ne
ed to philosophize.

xx

-v

so then it was friends off?

catch u on the flip.

catch u on the flip.

what can you do?
Sometimes…
there’s nothing but a train to cold mountain that never comes back down.

The final trip to show you…
there’s nothing left for him in this town.

xx

-v

acute pursuit.

it's not a one time thing on the brooklyn bridge.

it’s not a one time thing on the brooklyn bridge.

I go around the lake in hopes of,
finding deepe
r route.

I find myself upside down,
in tangle between fun and better loot.

I want to build a different view,
with thought of you fitting boot.

I cherish the thoughts of your smiles fitting mine,
on playground parachute.

I look ahead and tried to see,
what’s past the fermented fruit.

I tried the trail and remembered well,
the paths of deep uproot.

I don’t mean to scare, or intimidate,
the potential change of suit.

I’ve tried roundabouts and cul-de-sacs,
but it’s not a
good commute.

I’ll try to stay away,
but these urges aren’t minute.

xx

-v

for her and maybe.

float away with me.

float away with me.

Look between the stars,
there’s infinite space,
compou
nd two compound,
you put me in place.

That planet long gone,
it’s hard to say,
if a change in peer review,
affected more che
wed hay.

That planet revealed identity,
was actually moon,
a journey’s a journey,
even with years of mis
taken swoon.

You’d be lucky to find,
a moon and sun,
for the daughters of venus,
carry loaded gun.

I ask you, I beg you,
to put your hand between the stars,
if not pro
jected separation,
try a lack of depth perception on ours.

xx

-v

carry that barque above your head.

ancient egypt exhibit at the  met

ancient egypt exhibit at the met

You are Nun,
and we were told.
Carry
the barque above your head,
and percolate from land to water.

I watched you destruct,
to reconstruct and create.
A world so complex it takes worlds,
lifetimes, deities to liberate.

The clouds are smoked
with ambiguity,
knowing that the ambivalence of Nun
is still.

I watched you create
all that you have ever known.
A creat
ion that wants to deviate
but got stuck in a fate that you think you must carry.

Carry that barque above your head
to the edges of your universe,
wait until you allo
w yourself
to reach past to another universe.

Chaos gets scared,
Nun shuts down.

xx
-V

…and then we laughed.

trapped in the bk bridge.

trapped in the bk bridge.

A necessary condition,
a feet o
f the flight,
a trashed set of strays,
it was a good night.

An unnecessary exception,
a crescent moon to stay,
a laugh that will not quit,
and let come what may.

A consequential admission,
a series of open-ended questions,
an inc
omplete sense of hope,
and a multi-faceted list of suggestions.

An inconsequential release,
a filled night of guise,
a complicated excitement,
a locke
d in truth from the earth to the skies.

xx

-V

same boat, different motor.

look into it.

look into it.


Don’t ask me what I want,
or wher
e I am,
It would be like asking what is actually in..
that can
of spam.

Don’t linger on about the past,
you bl
urred it with-in fluence,
Do with it what you wish,
but approach me with serious prudence.

Don’t entice me with who you are,
or what you are,
but if th
at’s the extent of this bond,
I’d probably let it go shamefully far.

Don’t tell me to tell you what to do,
don’t liste
n, don’t follow suit.
We’re in the same boat,
with different motors.

xx
-v

one of how many?

did you try to make it a blur?

did you try to make it a blur?


Little arson set it off,
G
ot too high and caught himself,
the lif
e of a woman,
in a pot, on shelf.

Little arson let it off,
Got too wrecked an
d sat alone,
the laughs of a woman,
flood
ed, hung on a single drone.

Little arson tore it off,
Got too crooked and slept in crescent,
the heat of a woman,
repla
ced, by a box, incandescent.

Little arson screamed it off,
Got too fired up and ended talk,
the lu
st of a woman,
floated, recounted and infinitely mocked.

xx

-V

lay-in with moroccan market.

i h8 everyone

Look at Richard,
he says it
well,
with quiet, in silence,
only when she rings the bell.

Look at Richard,
he‘s self sufficient,
with n
ourishment and worth,
become omniscient.

Look at Richard,
he builds his own nest,
with litt
le to none,
will never a-wrest.

Look at Richard,
he sits and listens,
with e
ars so twisted,
will he stop before he gets ahold of ricin?

Look at Richard,
he grows beyond his means,
with ach
ing joints,
look up from your screens.

xx
-v

on the periphery lies sedated.

bk bridge a-gain.st

bk bridge a-gain.st

Let your guard down
and realize,
the inm
ate has a crowbar,
in both hazel eyes.

They carry a funnel,
of hop
es so false,
a pair of blacked out contacts,
as real as a 4/4 waltz.

Step to it,
and
you’ll definitely see,
the inmate has broken hearts,
and pa
rted her C.

Get in the habit,
and brea
k the mould,
this inmate will run you through it,
as she had a
lways been told.

Keep those eyes,
but giv
e ’em back,
the beholder will want
to co
ver its track.

xx
-v

monkey in her barrel.

pick your platform | inhale your reflection

pick your platform | inhale your reflection

Always, always tryin’
to g
et the good stuff,
are
try-hards better than
try-not-hard-enoughs?

Gettin’ to the depths
of the wat
er well,
will she get stuck
in pur
gatory hell?
Ask about,
pry ’til sweet time’ll tell.

She asked and asked,
and never held,
got im
pulse, com-PULSED,
ended up dry as the veldt.

Asked for the leader,
got turned to nine,
demanded fo
r the dealer,
found death in line.

Everybody, everybody’s
tryin’ hard,
but the monkey’s in the barrel,
without a spade in car
d.

XX

-v

and then there are “people”.

queen of pinups

queen of pinups

There will be some who make you question,
your aesthetic,
your
practice,
your art
istic vision.

There definitely are some who make no sense,
their life,
th
eir speech,
their uptight fence.

There have been some who strike for your integrity,
your respect,
your self,
your b
uilt entity.

There eventually will be some who break this mold,
their help,
the
ir trust,
they’re unsold.

but they aren’t people…
They’re made of semi-precious gold.

xx

-v

under my fingers.

babyboy

babyboy

Sit in the dark,
take it all in,
th
e sound is limitless,
it penetrates skin.

The vibrato lives,
breathes and pleads,
to ente
r your blood,
with no mercy leads.

The keys throw currents,
elec
trifying, it stings,
your heart turns a shade,
then
your mind grows some wings.

The sound creates a whole,
envelops yo
ur path,
gives it a PA,
and satisfies his, hers, and their wrath.

babyboy

babyboy

one step still – nine steps moving.

stepping cats

Take one step back,
and gai
n nine steps forward,
Make your own luck,
an
d obtain your reward.

Take one step in the past,
and g
ain nine steps in the future,
Reme
mber to be cautious,
but seize every adventure.

Take one step still,
and gain nine steps moving,
The momentum is scary,
but soon you’ll be cruis
ing.

Take one step for them,
and gain nine steps for yo
u,
Think like them, understand,
They’re just scared to lose you through.

xx
-v

infinitely theirs. painfully squares.

They say they want to know the truth,
but the truth was never theirs,
they’d “
walk a mile” in other shoes,
and pretend to have no cares.

Go on and breathe on,
le
t them in to touch your skin,
I dare you. Double. Triple,
quadruple dare you to let someone in.

They say they want to know the truth,
but the truth is not theirs,
they’d set, promise and preach,
and pas
s off bus ads as prayers.

Go on and dream on,
let them in to feel your light,
I dare you. Doub
le. Triple,
quadruple dare you to resist a fight.

They say they want to know the truth,
but the truth will never be thei
rs,
they’d project, desire and reach,
then realize their fears are sacred war
es.

HOLY OTHER | HELD

xx
-v

drink up, realize.

It may be twenty one three,
It
may just be the air,
All I know is,
every
body’s not right up there.

There’s no certainty.
n
o clarity, not much more than a gut,
instinct drives…
you ou
t of a rut.

Follow the path,
th
at never gave in,
it was you who allowed them,
to give
it hard spin.

I never really wanted much more…
than a dice,
we didn’t luck out,
bl
ow a hundred chances and a vice.

xx

-V

anxiety

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

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.

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

I need to be back in that city tonight.

here’s the problem,
the timing isn’t right.
I nee
d to get back to that city,
to
night.

I need the music,
I n
eed the art,
I need to meet her again,
or, so says my black heart.

I like my leather,
I wanted it so,
I asked for her,
it
was a good show.

I need to get back,
to that which excites me,
that li
fe, that love,
that arrogant city.

There’s not much left here,
for m
e, just look up and bring down,
some people enjoy wearing
the big apple crown.

A crown made of studs,
spikes and leather,
cover it up in black
we’ll
bloody it together.

AEROSMITH | ROCKS | HOME TONIGHT

xx

-V

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