New Video For the Song: Lot’s Wife

In the Bible, the wife of Lot is a figure first mentioned in Genesis 19. The Book of Genesis describes how she became a pillar of salt after she looked back at Sodom. She is called “Ado” or Ildith or “Edith” in some Jewish traditions, but is not named in the Bible. She is also referred to in the New Testament at Luke 17:32. - Wikapedia

I’ve had this idea for a while after noticing the incredible amount of very average looking churches in and about the suburban neighborhoods of Shawnee and Lenexa, Kansas.  Thanks so much to Damien Weber for the public domain footage hookup. -MMM

Schwervon! Fantastico 2014 Tour Is Officially In the Can

To those that laughed and danced, listened and sang with us. To those those that fed us, drove us, paid us, and supported us. To those that got off the couch for us and cheered for us, talked to us and educated us, inspired us and allowed us to do our thing…from the bottoms of our tired little hearts…

Thank You!

XO,
Nan & Matt

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It’s okay We’re all going  To the house of pancakes.. Friday / December 12, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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It’s okay
We’re all going
To the house of pancakes

Bones sinking
Bones sighing

Sunken treasure
Sunken eyes

You have to love the kids
All kids
The kids inside

Speak into their sunken heads
Take off your shoes
Get comfortable

Comedy with out the laugh track
Is profound

Mary Hartman

If you investigate yourself
too much
You’ll go blind

The gloves always come off
At the post office

Minds sharpening
Like pencils
Cat stickers on phones
Birds exploding over cars

It’s all happening
At once
More than once
It’s all happening
At once
Over and over

Trash cans full of tissues
And orange peels

Mary Hartman
There’s so much more to love

Love can happen anywhere
Bowling allies
Convenient stores
Cat boxes
Beneath Dining room tables

No I don’t hate you when you’re sick
I hate you when your mean

No I don’t hate you when you’re sad
I hate the sadness

It steals you away
It puts it a fish bowl

Fish kissing is not satisfying
Making love like fish
Making love in a fish pond
Is a start
Let’s evolve from there.

Trying to live our days like  Warm cups of light… Wednesday / December 10, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Corninit?
I hardly know her 

Places to see 
Places to see 

Faces and names to smear 
And forget and remember 
And love 

Jackson Pollock Pancake
A wood burning electric 
Solar gas lamp

Walt Whitman frittata 
The spears of life
Pass through us
Like cigar shaped highway signs 

Sweet and sour sugar

Stop talking so fast 
Stop thinking so fast 
Stop reacting so fast 
It’s not going to get you 
The job any faster 

Sad plants in the window 
The wizard of Chinese chicken
Is there a star for every 
Grain of rice 

Is there a word 
For every step?
A letter for every breath?

Stop talking so much
No one is judging 
Mor than anyone else

Liquid silver 
flowing from every 
Oriface 

Pressure is just a jar
A hat on the table 
A fantasy with eyes
Eyes making love with you 

Trying to live our days like 
Warm cups of light 

One green bean at a time
Weirdo after weirdo 
After wired tired 
tire iron 
iron on 
These Pants don’t quit

Living doll
Fuck
Are we
On a bed of macaroons?
Drowning in life sauce

We never fucking die 
We live in jelly 
The wind is 
Just our wings flapping 
Blowing our hair dry 
Each new morning

(This poem was originally recited on December, 10 at Gabe’s in Iowa City, IA)

Finding What we are meant to lose… Tuesday / December 9, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Mud covered gloves 
Fat boy slim man 

Teaching our children 
Not to be ashamed 
Of their pet angels

Attention attention 
A blue umbrella 
In a black boot

Pictures on the door 
Clocks in the kitchen 
I am living someone else’s life 
And it’s fun 
I know It’s not forever 

In piles 
and Out piles 
To do’s 
and dones 

Folded napkins 
Crumbs on a chair

Heart shaped sunglasses 
Leopard print socks 
Gun toting action figure 
Gingerbread Christmas tree ornament 

A monkey in a tie 
Serving you a banana 
On a plate 

Frozen nothing
Bullshit fucking tolls
Fussing with the data charts
I’m finding it hard 
To believe we’re in heaven

There are bearded men 
And nice ladies 
On all sides 
What do they want for me
What do I want from them 

Companionship 
A purpose 
A lie 
A lie
down

Sometimes we say the opposite 
Of what we mean 
We think it helps the boredom 
It doesn’t 

Rats under cars
Placing things 
Under the radar

Finding What we are meant to lose 
Walking that path

Tasting something different 
In that same mud. 

I would love some tea 
Thank you 
 
Human connection? 
Don’t mind if I do. 
With a side of love. 
Why not. 
It’s a Tuesday.

(This poem was originally recited on December, 9 at Rozz Tox in Rock Island, Il)