Digest the orphan

The remaining hairs
Continue to grow
And will need to be cut
By someone
Eventually 

Make a simple thing difficult
A separate bag for each item 

Washing preservatives

Timers and alarms
Notes and instructions

Proof of a worked life 

To digest the orphan
Who has traveled
So far to meet you 

Do not worry father
I will be there to cut your hair 

The way I cut the grass

No smell of garlic
But with a gentile hand 

More gentile than you are accustomed to 

The fire brings us out

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Running down a mine shaft
Fire in the hole
Hammering away at the
Rock wall insides

A gift for my children
Could be a curse for thousands
I’ll never know

No rest for the Falcon’s prey
There will always be blue beards
Lurking in the closet
Nerd kings
And forgotten canary heroines

The uncried tears
That fueled so much construction
So many teams
Clawing away the clods of light

So hard to hear
The bat hitting the ball.
The stadium crowd
Cheers from a distance
Sound like a whisper

Leaves fall into action
Reminding us that dead things
Give life where there was none before.
The fire brings us out.

The sun warms the jelly  In my eyes (MMM show poem 9/20/15)

Wake up and turn over
A new leaf
A pastry filled with fruit
Hair through a comb

The sun warms the jelly
In my eyes

Awake to the taste
Of grass in my mouth

Hunted by goatees
And breakfast cereals
Smiling gun barrels
And warm sugar
My soul is in the trees
The body is a battle

Blinded by the lack
Of white flags

Conveyor belts of baby parts
And bullets
Highly funded hair pieces
Millionaires  hitting home runs

I’m craving another flavor
The spontaneous lick of a puppy
Growing old with someone
That morning light
Discovering
The love behind
The eyes

Electric boogaloo
Sneeking a peek of you
Laughing out loud
Femanine punk
Man child
A place for
Pieces to collide
And collect

Show Poem…Stop suckling the anger/ Sept. 4 / Josey Records KC, MO #Poetry 

Schwervon!


Wake up!
Stop fucking it up.

Fight the addictions
I dentify the cure.

Stop suckling the anger.
Addictions to anger.

Stop suckling fear.
Addictions to fear.

Addictions to hate
It’s not cool
Addictions to pain
Stop sucking the pain
The pain does not make it real
The pain does not make it yours
The pain does not make you you.

The opening bell has rung
The computers are booted

Black box algarithoms of love
Are in the menu
Let the trading begin

Cast out the computations

As sure as your heart pumps blood
There are worlds
For you to live through
Start living
Stop hating

What is it like to see
Through another person’s eyes
To taste the sweetness
Of another’s tears

To stand up
To stand alone

Discover the music
in another voice
With no dirt from
Your own path

Listen for the signs
Look for the messages
The…

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Show Poem: Making hay for the Haymaker… July 24 / Kansas City, MO / recordBar #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!

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Mail order bride
Of Frankenstein
You mock the nature myth
With Internet precision

Waking early
Milking yourself of the excess

Five times a day at least
Something always comes of it
You just never get to see

Self soothe the urges
Your passion for lids

You don’t have to attend
Every funeral
You don’t have to pretend
To know
Asses to ashes
Eyes to glasses
Grasses to gasses

Making hay for the Haymaker
Fat kids in the waiting room
Twiddling their devices
Ruling by their thumbs

There’s more than the first time
And the second time
And the third
There are so many more times

Pick a target
Then pick an ax
A cucumber  to gring
A wallet full of salad

Let the wind blow the hair
From your beautiful forehead
We never see it the same way
We were never supposed to

That is why we sing
This is…

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Show Poem: At best I accommodate the leaving… July 12/ Evansville, IN / PG #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!


Disturbed by
The over use of the word love

Extraordinary emotional moment
Something escapes me slowly
With no reason or pattern

At best
I accommodate the leaving

Hide the dying fly
With a cup of coffee
Biscuits and gravy
Half empty Sirachi bottle

Addicted to pretzel shapes
And cheap nuts

Busy hiring others
To promote your lack
Of promotion

Slicing through mountains
Bleeding boulders
Pouring dreams out
From the trunk of our car

Drunk tweeting
I’m so old
I don’t give a fuck
Bullshit you’re better than that
My people!

Waking up at 8 going to bed at 5

The under use of the word love

We’re not just running a business here
We’re fighting a war
We are building a life
It would be so easy
To just take the medicine
Connect the dots
Punch te click
But
Something has to change
It might as well be us

We…

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Show Poem: Look inside the light and Don’t forget your sunglasses… July 11/ Cincinnati, OH / The Comet #SchwervonPoetry

Schwervon!


No pets allowd
At the welcome center

You could tell by the way
She folded her arms
She’s was box office poison
A gal from the sticks
With a heart of oak
And a wooden smile to match

There’s something a
Little too sensual about
The mouth feel of this candy

Do you have any idea
How many times you’ve
Said the f word over the course
If this conversation?

Peeing makes me have to pee
The hospital made me sicker
Engenieering a longer lasting flavor
The shortest distance between
Two pains

The long lost art of
Practicing delayed gratification

Brushing off demons  with
The soft catlike hair
Of an old man

Making love to a wall
That beats me every night

We all lace up our diamond
Encrusted cat skinned
Girdle the same way
One soggy cornflake
Soaked moustache at a time

Look inside the light and
Don’t forget…

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