Show Poem: Porch times… June 20 / Champaign, IL / Mike ‘n Molly’s #SchwervonPoetry

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Waking up with the perfect
Balance of pain

We stretch our fruit roll up skin
In place
Peal back our gummie bear eyes
And gaze upon the grazers

Writing movies about movies
Blinding children to the facts
Little rubber dolls on the dashboard
Pointing the way

Pretzel crumbs in my superman
Underwear
American flag adult diapers
Flowers flowers everywhere
Bobble heads rule world

Breathing trees all around us
Burgers on the grill
Avocado prostate

Making friends
Porch times
No one can take away

No one takes away the first time
Unless you want it taken away
Then let it go
Make up a new story
No one cares that much

Water on a on warm
brick road after the rain
Laughter with people
You just met
These things matter much more.

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Show Poem: Learn to shake the lion’s paw… June 19 / St. Louis, MO/ Foam #SchwervonPoetry

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Drinking from green bottles
We water the courage
To sleep through another night

Bloated white whale
Building our monument to relaxation

Painted clouds
On a Flash Gordon sky
Living the dream
On a bad green screen

Savior of the univers
Grass stains in my underwear
Tree sap on your bra

Buying gold and selling guns
Adult superstore
Super adult stores

Rocks and arrows
Elephant knuckles
Scrape along the highway
Crapping out to backing tracks

We look just like our parents
You can see it in the eyes
Soothing and dead
Stretched tight
Like an animal skin
Across a lion’s paw

We must learn to shake the lions paw
Learn to shake the lions paw
We must learn to hold it over our lover
In the moonlight

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

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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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Show Poem: Just one conversation Can change the whole Mood of your poem… Saturday. May 30 / Warrensburg, MO / The Bay #Schwervonpoetry

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UntitledI wallow just like
the rest of the wet piglets
Slipping and sloshing
Like a virgin trout in love
At the hatchery

The mud
never touches my exquisite
cloven hooves

On very little sleep
I eat badly

all around
The entire city cheers
For what they get
With a lot of hard work
And very little effort

Bombs exploding
One after another
Rapid succession
Compressed, quantized and equalized

And the fans go wild

Just one conversation
Can change the whole
Mood of your poem

Pyro city in a water world
That’s my soul up there
Sun spots on the backs
Of our hands
More fireworks
Less drunken fish fight
Choreography

Let’s break a leg on it

We’ll make the stars dance
Like they dance on
Dancing with the stars

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Show Poem: I’m taking A vacation from knowledge…Sat. May 25 / KC, MO / The Brick #Schwervonpoetry

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thebrick
I’m taking
A vacation from knowledge
I’m laughing at my own jokes
Sleeping by the fire
Dropping the bear bags
And napping before the show

Ordering the grilled cheese with turkey
Unsteady if the turkey with cheese

I’m Working the odd jobs
Taking candy for breakfast
Chew toys for lunch
I’m putting the world
in a soft flour Tortilla shelll

No creams no ointments
It’s so quiet here without the wires in

Skipping rocks
Jumping buildings
Stretching the fabric
With my bulbous fantastic
Perfect melon shaped buttocks

Let’s stretch the fabric
It doesn’t have to be smoky
Or drug like

We don’t have to remove our makeup
We just have to be willing
To smear a little lipstick

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The gift of taking away


The gift of taking away
Is too powerful
Outside of poetry or pet world
It poisons the worm 
Clogs the needle

Grand gestures cling
To see what happens 

Ocean target practice
Just keep walking
Swimming
Combing the beaches
Fur bullets in bottles 

All battles are cancer
Lessons 

The beeps of life
Electric bubbles
Vapor sighs

When the time comes it sings
a whisper

The lime in you mouth
The face on your teeth

If I must be a Buddah
To go on with you
Then so be it 

I am prepared now For all the screaming children 


I am prepared now
For all the screaming children 

I know how
Sensitive the strings can be

What it is to club the rain
Wrap my arms around it 

I choose my gods every morning
Cookies, sun, baking soda and light
Today, this minute
Now 

Over and over
Never the same 

There are waffles in the streets
Protein falling from the sky 

Silver squirrel chases
on every corner
Free plastic bags 

I am developing strong 
relationships 
With other poets 

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?

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

Schwervon! Show poem form April 21.

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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
Easy
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
Branching
Up

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