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We sit upon the broken eggs… Friday, March 14, 2015 #Schwervonpoetry 

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IMG_5109Morning sun deliver me
From the tar pits of sleep
 Fuel the day with
 Woolly Mammoth tusk.
 The meaty bones of writing.
 Skin crumbs that chip and peal
 from all the faces
 That I love and dream
 A day before the fire
 Evading the battles
 Over log cabins and hard cider
 Birkenstock face lifts
 Spray painted Cadillacs.
 Mr. Potato head eye shadow
We learn to dance with
 The broken bodies
 We study the chickens in the yard
 We learn from their moves
 We sit upon the broken eggs
 The imperfect yolks.
 We break free
 We shine with glitter
 Dripping from the corners
 If our mouths
 We smile rainbows
With each potato we peel
Each root we pull from the earth
Our dirt clod legs
Dangling in the sunlight
Pounding on the water trough.
Of this earth but no longer in it
Time to skip and dance
Time to feed others

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What does an old man think about?

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We all must look at ourselves

In many differnt ways.

Subtract from the sand.

Sea foam bubble bath

What does an old man think about?

Rudiments of asthma

Deliverance of the penis

When beer started tasting good

Trading my hands for fins.

Thought blocking cocks

Styrofoam pieces in the grass

Footprints in chocolate

Re-evaluation of values

Life inside the straw

I could take some time here

I saw what I could

how could I

Tourist trap dream catcher 

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Tourist trap dream catcher 

The lights go on and off automatically

Blackhead dissolving gel

Inappropriate emails 

Retire the elephants

Swallow the new day’s burrito

We are all self employed

None of us are self employed 

Water comes from many places

Anyone can but they don’t 

What went wrong on the runway? 

Entering through the backstage door. 

Replacing tourist dollars 

The backs of blind faith. 

A bouquet of sticks. 

Eternal joys  of

A humming birds wing flap

Never too ugly to dance with 

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Soda can bee stings

Dog farts to the face

Legs not moving beneath the desk

The dangerous animals

Hidden

Bond through dreams

Always able to be tired

Critical diets reveal sand

Hours and hours of waiting

Never too ugly to dance with

Pick the next shirt

Paradise routines

Making love to the toothbrush

Exceptionally surviving

Creating the day 

For endless spills

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For endless spills

Endless destroys

Odorless prizes

Cling free rewards

The end is when you win

Poets are lazy bastards

And whatever female bastards are

When it comes to love

I don’t choose sides

I’m in love with the neighbors dog

Her name is Mocha

I pet her over the fence

Wipe the crud from her eye

I love her so, so much.

Making the rubble bounce

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An endless adventure

Warmth escaped
By a thousand airport blankets

Journey inspired by
A well rehearsed outburst

Owl tree
By the side of the road

Making the rubble bounce
Learning the small moves

Necessary
Repetition

Magic wheel danger mouse
Sport war
safe trap

Twerking the dream

You might just make it after all.

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You might just make it after all.

You just might make it after all.

You might make just after it all.

You all just might make it after.

You make it just after all might.

You after all just might make it.

You make might just after it all.

You just might all make it after.

You all might just make it after.

You after all might just make it.

Planting seeds in The bloodless scars

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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

My paper shoes are ripped

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We wasted so much time
Fearing the unknowable

Stare into the eyes
See what will take you places

Crave new voices
Face the monsters
responsible For all the good music.
Hang out in the backstage

My paper shoes
are ripped

Feel the mud
Between my toes

Pointless are
The straps on my pack

empty buildings
heated and lit all night.

Hurting people I don’t know

It takes days to recover
From your visits.

I wear neon
To avoid
Being hit by cars.

In nature
Nothing is equal

Whistling helps fill
The empty space

The trains that fuel the trains
A safe place to jump
A warm place near
The tracks

I stand by this raging river

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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