Worshiping ourselves
In the reflections of stars
We praise the music
Curse the moment
Victims are easy to save
Is the last sane person
In the room still sane?
Are we prepared to sacrifice
Friends and family
What is the place
For this love machine
Fueled by exhaust?
Schwervon! Show poem form April 21.
Suckle on
Coal coughing sugar tits
Silence the inside words
Hear to the scissory chirps
Of the nighttime sparrows
A good dog will always
Ruin a good tennis match
Stump emerges from the earth
Like a baby dinasaur from it’s egg
The hornets mourn
At my cars grill
Smoke fills the air
Softens the harsh light
Morning is my favorite
Time of sleep
Dream walking spoons
Light through the basement window
Before the breath moves
To the background
And eyes start talking smack
Drying my clothes
On the hot rocks
Maybe it’s enough
To keep the yard clean
Why are you so hard?
Dandy lion hair pulling
Cracks in the chewing gum
Most things sexy
Are a flies life
Old hanging skin
Beatiful non divisions
And long, long walks
Deliver me from the tar pits
Tracks in mus
Fertilizing seeds
Blissfully clutching my thumbs
Pounding my hooks
Into the screen
Opening warm sodas
On chain link fence
I’ve stopped stealing
From the teacher’s closet
The weight of old flowers
A gifted curse
This is the most recent Schwervon! show poem.
Paradise Lost virginity
In a church parking lot
I wasn’t worried about
Where to hide my gun
Baseball diamonds in the rough
Forgotten plots of genius
Dead things on the side of the road
Smoke through bullet holes
Snacks that don’t make you
Hate yourself
Golden hills burnt black
Billboard bushes
And fast food tumbleweeds
The birds returning
Bridge NO. 68.451
WHITEWATER RIVER
All caps, Helvetia, green background
Half of the sky is gray
And the other half is white
Beating things down
Blowing things up
At this moment
None hurt my head
(This poem was recited for the first time on Saturday, April 11, 2015 at Kirby’s Beer Store, in Wichita, KS)
Rabbit gravity
Curb equations
Humid night
Smoothing the rocks
Red dog and white woman
Street lamp lighting
The grass breathes
A dead beercan in the road
Leaf piles moving
Everything used to scare me
So much more
Mailman hands
It’s easy to forget about my teeth
If you live long enough
You taste the
Almonds and apples
Delicious mix
Pine needle syringe
Bird shit painting
Sunday’s Schwervon! show poem.
photo by Rachel Sky
Buttered butter
Bacon wrapped bacon
Pizza flavored pizza bites
Guns in every orifice
Roads paved with hamburger buns
Twenty four hour memory foam
Full body zipper suits
Maybe is no
No is boring
Boring is ignoring
Old tv
A pile of wires
By the washing machine
Polka dot ties
Tears in my oatmeal
Repetition is remembering
Repetition is forgetting
Repetition is forgiving
Forever and ever
Always and never
Baked goods rising like
The son of God
Brownies for breakfast
Brownies for lunch
Making love to a brownie
Giving birth to a brownie
God is a brownie
No God is a brownie
(This poem was recited for the first time on Sunday, April 05, 2015 at Riot Room, in Kansas City, MO)
Wings lay abandoned
by the side of the road
Alone
spine in tact
Tree stumps in the front yard
Legs from a distance
Look good
In a book
You will find no greater meaning
To these words
Ask me not the
Burning flowers say
The irrelevant rich
Growing hearts at the Cemetery
The importance of guns
The freedom to conceal
Our acne scars
We covet the sores
All share a place on the beach
In the sun
Anticipating the work
Praying on toilet seats
Walking down
The sleep isle
Tears rolling off
A zombie sun
Pricks on the horizon
Fish bone shadow puppets
Billboards
Reminding me to relax
Infinite multiplying screams
Saying: I can’t be heard.
Miles of doctors walking the plank
A sea of elective surgeries
Living long
enough
Learning the lazy prayer
For quiet mornings
It takes more and less
Beef Jerky Clouds 