Suckle on
Coal coughing sugar tits
Silence the inside words
Hear to the scissory chirps
Of the nighttime sparrows
A good dog will always
Ruin a good tennis match
Stump emerges from the earth
Like a baby dinasaur from it’s egg
The hornets mourn
At my cars grill
Smoke fills the air
Softens the harsh light
Morning is my favorite
Time of sleep
Dream walking spoons
Light through the basement window
Before the breath moves
To the background
And eyes start talking smack
Drying my clothes
On the hot rocks
Maybe it’s enough
To keep the yard clean
Why are you so hard?
Dandy lion hair pulling
Cracks in the chewing gum
Most things sexy
Are a flies life
Old hanging skin
Beatiful non divisions
And long, long walks
Deliver me from the tar pits
Tracks in mus
Fertilizing seeds
Blissfully clutching my thumbs
Pounding my hooks
Into the screen
Opening warm sodas
On chain link fence
I’ve stopped stealing
From the teacher’s closet
The weight of old flowers
A gifted curse
This is the most recent Schwervon! show poem.
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)
Rabbit gravity
Curb equations
Humid night
Smoothing the rocks
Red dog and white woman
Street lamp lighting
The grass breathes
A dead beercan in the road
Leaf piles moving
Everything used to scare me
So much more
Mailman hands
It’s easy to forget about my teeth
If you live long enough
You taste the
Almonds and apples
Delicious mix
Pine needle syringe
Bird shit painting
Wings lay abandoned
by the side of the road
Alone
spine in tact
Tree stumps in the front yard
Legs from a distance
Look good
In a book
You will find no greater meaning
To these words
Ask me not the
Burning flowers say
The irrelevant rich
Growing hearts at the Cemetery
The importance of guns
The freedom to conceal
Our acne scars
We covet the sores
All share a place on the beach
In the sun
Anticipating the work
Praying on toilet seats
Walking down
The sleep isle
Tears rolling off
A zombie sun
Pricks on the horizon
Fish bone shadow puppets
Billboards
Reminding me to relax
Infinite multiplying screams
Saying: I can’t be heard.
Miles of doctors walking the plank
A sea of elective surgeries
Living long
enough
Learning the lazy prayer
For quiet mornings
It takes more and less
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
Reading and rotting
The door is open
Walking the road with no sidewalk
Any place that you’re not free to leave
Becomes a prison
Beer cans and buried cable
Smashed plastic liquor bottles
Monkey meat
For all the cut hunters
Heroes don’t need billboards
Or special hats
Statues of molded horses
Broken phones and sneaky deals
Love is the black paint
Schwervon! Show Poem from Fayetteville.
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