Show Poem: I do not have to be loved By every puppy and kitten… July 02/ Philadelphia, PA /Hong Kong Garden #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!


I do not have to be loved
By every puppy and kitten
In true form or otherwise
Pixilated and remotely transmitted

Uncomfortable obligatory
Body functions

Plucking fruits off
The guitar tree
Failing to judge a
Monster’s eating habits
Fake powdered peach tea

The stress of riding arrows
Into the heats of people
You do not know

The ice cream truck music
Plays on in the distance
An endless loop
My first experience
With sampling.

Found and terrifying memories
Motorcycling along
Another soft pretzel
Eyes in a fish bowl
Chicken and shrimp
We’re all the same
when We’re fried

We’re all the same when we
Talk through a hole in our neck
We’re all the same when we’re kissing
Through holes in our necks

We were all beautiful
When we smeared it around
So beautiful  when you let go
The dogs barking in the distance
Drinking beer beneath the street lamp

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Show Poem: Death by couch… June 22 / Lansing, MI / GTG House #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!

Death by couch
Bathtub marmalade
Dough eyed morning after pill
The coffe guy is very talkative today

Zucchini bread circus
I have always found comfort
Amongst those playing a role

The cool new thing to do
Review
Taking thunder from a baby
Stripping for the nerds
High definition humping
On a bed of fresh greens

Tornado alley
Exploding produce
Rice pudding and face soap

It’s the Hungar
That makes the snake
Taste so good.

Mud helps the orgasam
No one understands the blood
National guard
Exta cash on the weekends

I never even notice the flag.
Perhaps it’s time to take it down.

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Show Poem: Death by more for less… June 12 / Chicago, IL / Auxiliary Arts Center #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!

image photo by Michael Fawnsluh

Death by more for less

The shortcomings of self regulation
The saga of self motivation

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Feeding time
You don’t have to go hungry
But you can’t eat here

When love mapping
Beware of buried
Power lines

With all the praise required
God is surely the neediest
Of all beings

I escape the bluebird
With an active mind

Reading into things
Before understanding

The pages of a book
Lapping like waves
On the side of a
Mossy dock

Hill top
Green highways
Black bean burgers
With the ghost of Mark Twain

Lost glasses
In molasses

Eyelids stuck shut
Fields of fuel

Wishing did not feel so
All alone
Learning to eat chicken
On the bone

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Fueled by exhaust


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?

I stand by this raging river


I stand by this raging river
I happily kneel to her power

There is no boat
There is no bottle

Dip a toe
I’m a feather in a snow storm

I will be here
Before the flood
After
I will be here

Walking up and down
The stairs

Studying the rocks
Or not

I will watch the river flow