Show poem… Better than candy / Friday Dec. 5/ Cedar Falls, IA @ Octopus #Poetry


Cars pass
Time passes

She bites my head
Like an enormous cookie

A crescent head like a moon
In the dark winter sky

Dorm room nightmare memories
Headlights in the rear view mirror

Dancing from refrigerator
To refrigerator

Purple sweaters all over the floor

A place to dance
To wipe our feet

A soft spot to stand
And soak in all of the
Floor stuff

Best friends for
Limited times
No one gets out of here
No one gets out unhappy
No one gets out

Someone saved my life
With some special juice
Or maybe just a
Simple act of kindness

Stop pushing through things
Stop taking it all as a sign

It is a tool to be used
A hammer and a fork

Stop not loving things
So much

Wooden shoes crack

They feed the fire

Zippering the night
We follow the flames
In the sky

We stop

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Why is it better Over there

Let me try to tell you
Why is it better
Over there

Unless it’s keeping you
From killing
Unless it’s keeping you from
From hate

Turn off the damn TV
Then turn it off again
And again

Make it like shitting
3 times a day
One half hour
After every meal
turn it off

Study the fuck up
Call people

The clouds are not butter
Investigate the deaths

Argue with the ones who
Say music is all about guts
Fight with the ones
Who say it is all math

Lightning is important
It’s not everything

Wear your bruises
Honor your soft knuckles
Rehearse for the interview
Your brain is the trophy
Its not scrambled eggs

It’s beautiful

Repeat steps
Don’t stop

Journey the lifetimes
between it’s and it is

It’s worth more than a cheap suit
and an old junkie’s approval

Rant my love
Rant until there is nothing left
Secret, there never is

It’s worth more
Than an expensive suit

Read, read read then
Listen to the face

Maybe I am wrong

Find out

We can do better

It’s a new day.
Tomorrow is a mother
new day and next day
soon will be over
Seems like
is the time

I’m not saying you’re wrong
I’m just saying I disagree.

Live at Budokon

Pop Up on the back porch alone
Ice sickles hanging
From my balls

Excited like
Holding in my pee

Cheap Trick

Often people cry when I sing

With people that we love

We can do better
We can love more freely
We can Dance head first

We can make friends out of strangers
Heaters and fans

We take the Cure
With Bread

Often it’s best not to
meet the people
You think are cool

Every voice belongs to me
Not not caring
Not dying is my inspiration

Loneliness is such a sad affair
So try not to

Blue ray

Play key to continue

We can do better
Or not
So we do