Show Poem: A place for anger… July 31 / Kansas City, MO / Harling’s Upstiars #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!

Photo by Too Much Rock

Beat to a pulp by sputtering
kick drums
Electronically enhanced
By years of
neglected adolescence

Staring at the front row tits
Burning away my conscience

We are family
Beneath a flag of
Energy drinks
And Bob Marley T-shirts

Our fight has been brought
Parameters defined
Encircling circle pit
Flailing arms
Just like I saw this other
Scary guy do

A clear and present danger
A place for anger
A place for fear
A place for pierced love
And tattooed affection

Death by 1000 screamos
A life giving farce
Sun burned eyes
Stare into the speakers
Compressed to their maximum

Bodies bent and bowing
At the alter of the bass.

We battle subtlety
And the little things
Nothing is worthy unless
It is worthy of crying over

Shaking our fists at the air
None of us are free of
The popularity curse
Facial caps and baseball…

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Show Poem: Making hay for the Haymaker… July 24 / Kansas City, MO / recordBar #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!

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Mail order bride
Of Frankenstein
You mock the nature myth
With Internet precision

Waking early
Milking yourself of the excess

Five times a day at least
Something always comes of it
You just never get to see

Self soothe the urges
Your passion for lids

You don’t have to attend
Every funeral
You don’t have to pretend
To know
Asses to ashes
Eyes to glasses
Grasses to gasses

Making hay for the Haymaker
Fat kids in the waiting room
Twiddling their devices
Ruling by their thumbs

There’s more than the first time
And the second time
And the third
There are so many more times

Pick a target
Then pick an ax
A cucumber  to gring
A wallet full of salad

Let the wind blow the hair
From your beautiful forehead
We never see it the same way
We were never supposed to

That is why we sing
This is…

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Show Poem: At best I accommodate the leaving… July 12/ Evansville, IN / PG #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!


Disturbed by
The over use of the word love

Extraordinary emotional moment
Something escapes me slowly
With no reason or pattern

At best
I accommodate the leaving

Hide the dying fly
With a cup of coffee
Biscuits and gravy
Half empty Sirachi bottle

Addicted to pretzel shapes
And cheap nuts

Busy hiring others
To promote your lack
Of promotion

Slicing through mountains
Bleeding boulders
Pouring dreams out
From the trunk of our car

Drunk tweeting
I’m so old
I don’t give a fuck
Bullshit you’re better than that
My people!

Waking up at 8 going to bed at 5

The under use of the word love

We’re not just running a business here
We’re fighting a war
We are building a life
It would be so easy
To just take the medicine
Connect the dots
Punch te click
But
Something has to change
It might as well be us

We…

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Show Poem: Look inside the light and Don’t forget your sunglasses… July 11/ Cincinnati, OH / The Comet #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!


No pets allowd
At the welcome center

You could tell by the way
She folded her arms
She’s was box office poison
A gal from the sticks
With a heart of oak
And a wooden smile to match

There’s something a
Little too sensual about
The mouth feel of this candy

Do you have any idea
How many times you’ve
Said the f word over the course
If this conversation?

Peeing makes me have to pee
The hospital made me sicker
Engenieering a longer lasting flavor
The shortest distance between
Two pains

The long lost art of
Practicing delayed gratification

Brushing off demons  with
The soft catlike hair
Of an old man

Making love to a wall
That beats me every night

We all lace up our diamond
Encrusted cat skinned
Girdle the same way
One soggy cornflake
Soaked moustache at a time

Look inside the light and
Don’t forget…

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Show Poem: Goddamn this rattlesnake heart… July 10/ Columbus, OH / TreeBar #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!


I fell asleep in a barn
And awoke in a palace

Goddamn this lighting sandwich
That pulls my teeth apart

For every single new day
Goddamn this rattlesnake heart

An old lady scoops gelato
Slowly and deliberately
As if molding a pot
Or shaping the features of a sculpture

The Cranberry never falls far
From the Zombie
It’s good to know
What side your bread is
Jellied on

Tiny donuts with eyeballs
In the center
I do a lot if things
I never dreamed of

I pay for parking
All the time

Toad skinned logs
Burning in the fireplace

What kind of shoes
Will you wear to
The party?

A sea of air conditioners
Purring in the background
Backstage
They keep the busy bar
Staff cool and nice

Wire hanger on the floor
A broken toilet seat
A step ladder and
A old vacuum cleaner

A chocolate coffe keeps
Things…

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Show Poem: Like painting hands Squeezing our own tails… July 08/ Harrisonburg, VA / Golden Pony #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!


Like an exploding sperm whale carcus
I salute the day with
Music and dance

Constant reinvention
Is how we stay happy

Tree covered mountains
Cloud filled skys
Black bird
With no feathers around the neck
Two for one Gatorade

I have no good reason
To be steaming mad at dirt

Let’s play the game of Proud America
Where the consultation prize is freedom

Like painting hands
Squeezing our own tails

Brick walls that sing us awake
A moment to consider

Yes there is more here
Than there appears to be
At first glance

Yes I am attempting to
speak to you between the lines

Yes I am trying to reveal more
Than what we allow
Typically allow ourselves

Is it too much?

I have an endless Hungar

Ever since that
Basement party in the
7th grade
I learned some things
Middle toes and groups dynamics

I learned about the art…

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Show Poem: YouTube is mad at Facebook… July 09/ Pittsburgh, PA / Gooski’s #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!


She was the kind of girl
That seemed off balance
Without a beer in her hand
One arm slightly longer
Than the other
Head permanately tilted
To the right

The Car rings like an old telephone
The heavy air almost deafening

YouTube is mad at Facebook

I slept at the old Smucker
Farm last night
My pillow was full of jelly

I dreamed all
The lost phone chargers
The clean canteens
And fancy face soaps
were back with me

I swear I felt that bird
In my hair
Came swooping down
And nearly missed the car

Sad people who don’t
Know how to eat
Like every meal requires bread

Trying to soften the blows
Of the many Passing days

Hot sauce nightmares
Tickling the squares

Everyone has a shady side
Blowing smoke up
Our own asses
Romanticly using the past
Dissecting our
Cancerous butt lungs

We cough up the fantasies

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