Show Poem: Like painting hands Squeezing our own tails… July 08/ Harrisonburg, VA / Golden Pony #SchwervonPoetry


Like an exploding sperm whale carcus
I salute the day with
Music and dance

Constant reinvention
Is how we stay happy

Tree covered mountains
Cloud filled skys
Black bird
With no feathers around the neck
Two for one Gatorade

I have no good reason
To be steaming mad at dirt

Let’s play the game of Proud America
Where the consultation prize is freedom

Like painting hands
Squeezing our own tails

Brick walls that sing us awake
A moment to consider

Yes there is more here
Than there appears to be
At first glance

Yes I am attempting to
speak to you between the lines

Yes I am trying to reveal more
Than what we allow
Typically allow ourselves

Is it too much?

I have an endless Hungar

Ever since that
Basement party in the
7th grade
I learned some things
Middle toes and groups dynamics

I learned about the art…

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Our job is not to contribute To ancient history

Confetti bombs
Tree bark in our teeth 

We devoured our childhood
In the misty spotlight 

Our job is not to contribute
To ancient history

We hide behind blind luck
Compress and gate
Amplify and electrocute
For the schnitzel mind 

Held up
Surfing the crowd 

It’s a beatiful moment