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I have a voice 

/ schwervon

 
Life on a glass cake plate
Elected captain
Of the bent weiner patrol

The laundry has been done
All the little pots and pans
Have gone to bed early
Tucked away
In their warm foamy bliss.
The holiday dishes
Have been called to the front 

The cold morning light
Illuminates the dogs breath. 

Leaf Camouflage milkshake.
Nougut colored fur.
Wise mind thought bubble.
Chicken flavored chicken 

Republican butterflies
Wet spot on my jeans
The right socks
The right vest
The wrong tie
MRI sex machine
Pickled in a salad
Slaves to a fickle vagina 

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Less more
Less less
more 

I have a voice
And that voice is loud
That voice is scared 

Listen
It’s not easy
Try 

Show Poem… No one is a frozen wave / Sat. Nov. 7/ Mills Records KC,MO #Poetry 

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Schwervon!

Untitled photo by Rachel Sky

Woke up not thinking.
What’s in your pussy?
Hands inside.
Fingers like sky scrapers
Poking through the clouds.
Back pocket full of wanting.
Hair creeping out from beneath
Pancake panties
Hot black coffee straps
Burn a path
From the house to the lawn.
You’ll never feel better
Until you admit that there’s anger

The ghost of a cat
Teaches us to individualize
Our restraint protocls
To love ourselves
Properly
Trusting the beat.
Hanging out after the show.
We all understand the pain
Behind every note
The dots connect
Where the love is
That is where
We all have our sides
In plain sight.
No one is a frozen wave

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A return to New landscape

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The branches are starting to sag
Under the weight of promises
Addicted to the winds
Of Summer 

Slanted telephone poles
On their way out
More signals passing through
Bodies
Buried underground
A return to
New landscape 

Looking at what we will not know

Barking through fences
The cruel jokes
Kids play in the yard
Sealing their fates
In a blink their mother’s eye

A memory
Over and over it plays
I let it pass through
But I know it will return
Like water in the gut
A temporary home for water

Water drips from leaves
Into the asphalt
And into the grass 

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

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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: A family can form in a split second… July 07/ Richmond, VA / Gallery Five #SchwervonPoetry

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Schwervon!


Dentists on trampo
Deadline headline
Speed humping it
To the next venue

Hawk wind soaring
High above our never ending
Hot plate of twisted
Black tar veins
And cracked asphalt
Waiting for the next
Splatter day

King’s dominium
Chicken nuggets spilling
Out of every billboard

Eternal morning
Breakfast served all day, every day

Whay do you do this? she said
Because it quiets my mind, he said

Megaton megadoners
Brushing the stuff
off my tongue each morning
Keys, glasses, billfold, phone

Looking back for more
Than I had the first time
It’s always worth remembering
Always worth sticking around

Seeing you walk through that door
Has made all the difference

It’s a beauty like how we speak
To our mothers through the years

A demon will kiss you
And just stare
Like an animal in a cage
But you go right through

A family can form in a split second

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Show Poem: A drop of kindness For every tear drop… July 01/ New Brunswick , NJ /Court Tavern #SchwervonPoetry

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Schwervon!


Soy burger diner
I see dead people
A place to put my drink

Smurf cum graffiti
On a thoughtful piece of art

Badly exicuted guitar riffs
Litter the back alley air
The sabbath always ends
With Sabbath

Catching nothing out of
The corner of my eye

I’ve eaten the same falafel
In two states

Men and women
Getting pushed around
In strollers and wheelchairs
Walkers and canes

Guy outside Super Cuts
Smoking and playing
With his phone
Listening to something
On headphones
Wearing a hat
Sunglasses hanging
From the collar of his shirt

Can’t stop staring
Where is he going
What is he thinking
Does he cat call women
Does he like women

Was that the wrong word choice?
There’s something
Like this happening
In a hundred other places.
I’m sure of it.

Fish on the walls and doors underwater
Pictures of cats taken by dogs
Parking. Meters
Nickel and…

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Show Poem: Let’s see how it feels To feel good for a while… June 27 / Brooklyn, NY /Shea Stadium #SchwervonPoetry

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Schwervon!

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The nightmare comes after the dream
And then the dream returns

Hop on hop off
No amount of rain
Can wash away this filth
The filth of millions of friends
And millions of dogs of friends
And tens of millions of dogs of friends shits

Bathing at the bottom of the well
A single orange balloon
Tied to my wrist

Tight rope walker
Stretching across the sky
Home is where you hang

A beautiful black bird
Feasts upon something dead
By the side of the road

Coming up for air
Your ad here
Let’s ride this rainbow
Into a positive millennium
Breakup sex marriage

Let’s see how it feels
To feel good for a while
Let’s feel more
More than a feeling
There is no divot replacing
There are moles in one
There are no holes
no right time weong time
There is only somewhere else
And that’s not…

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Show Poem: I’m taking A vacation from knowledge…Sat. May 25 / KC, MO / The Brick #Schwervonpoetry

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Schwervon!

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I’m taking
A vacation from knowledge
I’m laughing at my own jokes
Sleeping by the fire
Dropping the bear bags
And napping before the show

Ordering the grilled cheese with turkey
Unsteady if the turkey with cheese

I’m Working the odd jobs
Taking candy for breakfast
Chew toys for lunch
I’m putting the world
in a soft flour Tortilla shelll

No creams no ointments
It’s so quiet here without the wires in

Skipping rocks
Jumping buildings
Stretching the fabric
With my bulbous fantastic
Perfect melon shaped buttocks

Let’s stretch the fabric
It doesn’t have to be smoky
Or drug like

We don’t have to remove our makeup
We just have to be willing
To smear a little lipstick

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A Gifted Curse

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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

A path to flowers

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Waking up in a tiger cage
Forgetting everyone’s name

Walks will get you places
An education takes place

A crime scene
A moment remembered
Buildings not there
Buildings there
A painting
food

In search of Perfect moments
Discovering Bad evidence
Walking alone
Lies

A path to flowers
Appear sometimes
on the road to burgers

The words pass through
The brush behind
The buildings
How do the filters hurt you
Telephones, appliances
Pick up the receiver
Look at the beautiful

Human signs