Show Poem: We crawl for the love… July 03/ Baltimore, MD /The Wind Up Space #SchwervonPoetry


Woken by dogs again
The ache creeps in
Like light through
A crack under the door
Or a cat under the bed

The only skin I see
Are your henna tatoos hands
But you drive like Mad Max lady
And that keeps me in your
Rear view mirror

Bananas and blue berries
Chatting with old friends
Love is choosing
Love is choosing us
Reflecting our reflectors
Reconnecting out connectors

We laugh at less and enjoy more
Soprano sax phone ringers
Moon lit nights and marinara sauce
Square pizza
We become what we
Used to laugh at

We crawl for the love
We pine for it
Like pizza after
Giving birth
While things
Potatoes, pieces of meat

There will always be car fights
And tainted meat
The world is not at no risk
Of running out of Gatorade

But they can’t bottle this
They can’t hang it on hooks

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Show Poem: We dangle over bulldozers… June 13 / Iowa City, IA / The Mill #SchwervonPoetry


UntitledTwo hobos on a bench
Sleeping duck on the pier
Trash cans litter the horizon
This park was made for business
Owners and owers

The threat of hockey
Passing on the right
Percolating the portals
The era of the superhero
Rapidly coming to a close

Thank you Iowa
For your highways
Smooth as glass

Smooth smooth graveled ass
We could have something together
If I can manage to avoid
Your devil dog road signs

Forgotten neck pillows
Spilled hot chocolate

What were all the words
Trying to say
Did they remember to clock in?
Is the investment worth the return?

We dangle over bulldozers
Look down upon our noses

Each concrete step
Evolves a new muscle
To elevate the day’s work.

The days sacrifice
The day’s rhubarb pie a la mode.

The only other people
In the room are laughing
Not at me
But it feels like it.

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We sit upon the broken eggs… Friday, March 14, 2015 #Schwervonpoetry 

Show poem from last night.


IMG_5109Morning sun deliver me
From the tar pits of sleep
 Fuel the day with
 Woolly Mammoth tusk.
 The meaty bones of writing.
 Skin crumbs that chip and peal
 from all the faces
 That I love and dream
 A day before the fire
 Evading the battles
 Over log cabins and hard cider
 Birkenstock face lifts
 Spray painted Cadillacs.
 Mr. Potato head eye shadow
We learn to dance with
 The broken bodies
 We study the chickens in the yard
 We learn from their moves
 We sit upon the broken eggs
 The imperfect yolks.
 We break free
 We shine with glitter
 Dripping from the corners
 If our mouths
 We smile rainbows
With each potato we peel
Each root we pull from the earth
Our dirt clod legs
Dangling in the sunlight
Pounding on the water trough.
Of this earth but no longer in it
Time to skip and dance
Time to feed others

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We can do better

It’s a new day.
Tomorrow is a mother
new day and next day
soon will be over
Seems like
is the time

I’m not saying you’re wrong
I’m just saying I disagree.

Live at Budokon

Pop Up on the back porch alone
Ice sickles hanging
From my balls

Excited like
Holding in my pee

Cheap Trick

Often people cry when I sing

With people that we love

We can do better
We can love more freely
We can Dance head first

We can make friends out of strangers
Heaters and fans

We take the Cure
With Bread

Often it’s best not to
meet the people
You think are cool

Every voice belongs to me
Not not caring
Not dying is my inspiration

Loneliness is such a sad affair
So try not to

Blue ray

Play key to continue

We can do better
Or not
So we do