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The sun warms the jelly  In my eyes (MMM show poem 9/20/15)

/ schwervon

Wake up and turn over
A new leaf
A pastry filled with fruit
Hair through a comb

The sun warms the jelly
In my eyes

Awake to the taste
Of grass in my mouth

Hunted by goatees
And breakfast cereals
Smiling gun barrels
And warm sugar
My soul is in the trees
The body is a battle

Blinded by the lack
Of white flags

Conveyor belts of baby parts
And bullets
Highly funded hair pieces
Millionaires  hitting home runs

I’m craving another flavor
The spontaneous lick of a puppy
Growing old with someone
That morning light
Discovering
The love behind
The eyes

Electric boogaloo
Sneeking a peek of you
Laughing out loud
Femanine punk
Man child
A place for
Pieces to collide
And collect

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: Everyone can hear your life Shifting gears in the night… July 06/ Arlington, VA /galaxy hut #SchwervonPoetry

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Schwervon!


Dentists on trampolines.
Stolen abusurd dialogue
Hula hoops and sparklers
Eating bananas at night

DC hot nights
Surviving in the crosswind
Everyone can hear you
Passing in the night

Walks in the dark park
The ladies jiggle their things
For the camera
Motorcycles igniting
And recording we are the world
The penis story with a twist

Everyone can hear your car
Everyone can hear your life
Shifting gears in the night

I’m glad you are leading this
Sexposition

The light fixture illuminates
Like a breast under a sona gram.

Shoulders twisting like
Dinasaur bones
In in the tar pit

All this ice we take for granted.
All the flare from these red rockets
Our pockets hanging down
Beneath our knees

At least there’s an hour of
Happiness every day
Cheers to the nameless
And all the name knowers

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Baseball diamonds in the rough… Sat. April 11 / Kirby’s Beer Store / Wichita, Kansas #Schwervonpoetry

/ schwervon

This is the most recent Schwervon! show poem.

Schwervon!


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)

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Everyone learns to fly In prison eventually 

/ schwervon


Waiting for the cursor
To disappear
Staining the boot strap
There’s life
There’s living your life
It can happen to anyone
Exploring blindness
Money As A Weapon
Eyes over rated
Living the question

Spray painted shapes
On the sidewalk
Car after car
A lonely piece of fruit
On the break table
I’ve cleaned up after men
For most of my life
Beat up card tables
Multiple wall sockets
A folding chair
Flowers grow under us
all the beautiful colors of dirt
Everyone learns to fly
In prison eventually
Not sad
not borne sad

Planting seeds in The bloodless scars

/ schwervon


Strike it from your mind
Burn it out with cold

Fire keeps us safe from
The animals
Fire in the house
Makes warmth and smoke.

Suicidal hearth

Stop worshiping the paper
Stop burning down the house.

Equality is irrelevant in space
Paygrounds and jungles
Squirrels do not cock their barrels

Guns are the power
Raking the backs of the powerless

Planting seeds in
The bloodless scars

Wrapping meat with
Hats and gloves

We listen
we smile
We feed the ducks

They swim away
Bellies full of our old bread.
More beautiful
On the horizon

Things grow in the shadows

/ schwervon


“Teens charged with murder”
The inevitable pace

Fire creeping around a log
Morning light trough
The basement window

Competitive worshiping
Judging the love

No mission

I am not your
nuts and berries

I cannot make new life

Things grow in the shadows
We can explore them
Together

We can mold the darkness
Like mud in the bog

There’s a nightmare In my nightmare

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There’s a nightmare
In my nightmare
It says that I am free

Ladies will get wild
Remembering
Creating
Wind
It’s beautiful how they roll around

Pieces sticking
And slipping
Between my fingers

We can’t afford ornaments
We need a wider highway
We need a bridge to nowhere
A larger set of crayons
A more satisfying eating room
A clean place to wait
For the doctor
Christmas lights
And free coffee

Sometimes the mistakes are
Gifts.

Experts
Perhaps the world is better
Without you.

Diarrhea
Resting
Side effects
Five dollar large pizzas
Better pants

Love again
It never ends
Longer than weakness
Never
That’s more than trillions
Enough