A taster’s choice… Saturday January 24, 2015  #SchwervonPoetry


photo by Lindsy Dugan

A taster’s choice
Earning every meal

Dead pidgeon on a dumpster
Beautiful hotel lights

That guy probably makes
More than both of us

Nice try asshole
Just park your fucking truck

I am confidence builder
You are insecure  one

Picking fights like picking noses
I want you to succeed
in spite of me

“Ice picks on your tongue”
Long underwear on your lips

Breathe in the cold

I know I’m not the man
Who always gets things right

I’m not like Neil Young
I don’t drive cars real fast
I dabble in the dark arts

Watching ourselves
In a fishbowl

It’s painful or peaceful
Ghost of a cat
In the corner of my eye

A choice
A taster’s choice

(This poem was recited for the first time on Saturday January 24, 2015 at Coda in Kansas City, MO)

Next Show Saturday, January 24th @ Coda (KC, MO)

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Touching it doesn’t  Give you power… Saturday / January 10, 2015 #SchwervonPoetry


Photo by Fally Afani

Eyes on the wall
Shooting your mouth

Touching it doesn’t
Give you power
It feeds the fear

I know you want to touch it
But It messes up the painting
For everyone else

It took me years
To imagine myself as cool
Without a cigarette

Walking the stairs
Tasting the gun
Don’t worry
Forgetting the perfect lines
Are just  steps in the right direction

The movies aren’t Even close

The entertainment
Inside the thunderdome
Has a rating scale
All it’s own

Stop caring about all the lying
Everybody lies
They’re like leaves

It’s more important to not eat donuts

Truth or Dare is a game you
Play in Middle school

Is not boot camp for adulthood

Fucking well is only fifteen percent
of your happiness

Most of us live in blankets and sheets
On a cold day
We mistake them our wings

So cold, we can almost feel the stars
They burn tiny marks
Into the skin.

The sky does a lot
From a distance
useless to us

You and I
We are close
We do things
For real
Real close

(This poem was originally recited on January 10, 2015 at The Bottleneck in Lawrence, KS )


Saturday, January 10th @ The Bottleneck (Lawrence, KS) w/ Josh Berwanger Band + Something and the Whatevers


A brunch for Armageddon… Friday / January 9, 2015 #SchwervonPoetry


photo by Jason Buice

We have done a great
Disservice to ourselves

We have listened to
our parents

studied the moves
In great detail

Conditioned our condition

We have punctured tires
Arranged our supplies
Plated our red wheel barrows

We smeared
The colors
Like soft cheese

Sweaters for the macaroni
Forks in our eyes
Anger feeding gallons and gallons

A little confession
Can go such a long way

Living cliches
Ignoring sashays
Let’s mix our yolks
Make use of these
Cracked shells
A brunch for Armageddon
Ketchup bleeding heart.
Gay Boy Scouts
Grandmothers in drag
Family dinners together

A future to believe in.
We can make it happen
Very easily sometimes
Poof, celebrate

(This poem was originally recited on January 9, 2015 at Mills Record Company in Kansas City, MO)