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


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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Imperfect dance moves do not exist…Mon. April 21 / Kansas City / Vacant Farm #Schwervonpoetry

Schwervon! Show poem form April 21.


Breakfast crunch wrap
A dump in the oven
Pay no attention to the angry
Monkey sitting on my face
I love to give her pleasure so
There is a sadness stuck
Between layers
Fresh Logo designs and
Free napkins will not
Stop the bleeding
Discovery is not enough
Moment to moment is a way
There is a carpet
In front of the drink station
So no one slips and falls
The sky is a commode
Our mature lungs filter the pot air
We pop the cork on our own waste
Neglect is
There is a place for the lids
There’s is a place for the straws
There are crumbs under the table
There is still some water to drink
We enjoy learning new words
Imperfect dance moves  do not exist
We grab branches
Are branches

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Sleep is not death

Traps covered
Sleep is not death

The post office at The Front
Loading the customizer

Nuts and bolts
Cover the pavement

The snow keeps things warm
The middle is never defined.

A heart that pumps
squeeze cheese

The golden balls drop
We only steal what we deserve

A splinter, tooth pick
Drum stick

The contents of
A new taco

Street lamp
On a timer

A string and return
to the city
Your street
Your sidewalk

To shine all over again

Sometimes I forget That we’re not normal

Sometimes I forget
That we’re not normal

Perfectly imperfect
Running in bed

Drinking monster piss
Surround by fire
Splinters in our
Belly buttons

Non matching

Sometimes I forget
When I’m driving

Sometimes I talk
too much

Sometimes I forget to love

Repeating yourself
Off the grid

The importance of being
Remembering to wait
What they mean
When they say

Redundant punctuation
Reflection in the door knob.
The last apple slice
I do