Monthly Archives: October 2014

The handcuffs of courteous behavior… Friday, October 25, 2014 / Salford, UK #SchwervonPoetry

Good friend on a green couch
Tell me about your first time
Let’s talk about how we’ve soiled
Our lives
Let’s discuss the processes
Or laundry
The delicate cycles
The virtues of hand washing
And a good hot iron

The handcuffs of courteous behavior
The burden of fruitlessness
The freedom of the priesthood

Repetition, repetition, repetition
Pound world
Pound world
Pound world

If I remind you of someone
Who hurt you
that could hurt
I know
If I remind you of someone
Who loved you
That could hurt you even more

I don’t need colored lights
To know which way the wind blows

I need warmth
I need sweetness
It’s need a mouth full of earth
It’s not something you just
Cram in or
Spit out.
It’s all around
It’s inside.

A mouth that swallows a Mountian
A horse that always knows
The way home

(This poem was originally recited at First Chop Brewing Arm on October 25, 2014 in Salford, UK)

Let’s dance this night back From history… Thursday, Oct. 24 2014 / Glasgow, Scotland #SchwervonPoetry


Kissing on blue lips
Run your fingers through
This red horse hair
If you like
Prick you fingers on the
bristles of my coarse sailors beard

No one was born to love you
Like your mother
And she could be jiving too

So let’s have a time
I’ll swing you round the barricade
If you slip me past the judges chambers

You can’t snuggle with a
You can’t slice into
A misty knee deep
New wave evening
On a
Gut stringed ukulele

All the green, yellow, gold and brown
Coming down from the Mountain.
Diving up through the Loch
A green trout wiggling
From each point of my
Sparkley triton.

Let’s dance this night back
From history
And make it the better part
Of more and more of our days

We’ll warm ourselves by the pub fire
And let the waves or worry and care
roll Back across the flat black water

Like looking through a glass table top
We’ll look down at our toes
Wiggling in the cold sauce
At the bottom of  the lake
and say Goodbye

(This poem was originally recited at The Old Hairdressers on October 24, 2014 in Glasgow, Scotland)

Last night I dreamed I was a spy… Thursday, Oct. 23 2014 / Perth, UK #SchwervonPoetry

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I see your reflection
On the bottom of a cloud
The moment I let go
Stopped being so precious
Was the moment everything
Became valuable

When someone is screaming at you
They are probably scared as Hell

Remember love
is not always on time
And yet there’s never
a bad time for love

The rocks beneath
The train tracks
Are black and moist
They are coated
With the refuse of futurism

Last night I dreamed
I was a spy
And I had to lie to everyone
I loved to save the world

One more Hob Nob
Before I go
One more hot chocolate
One more peppermint camomile ginger tea before I go
To the valley below

Stop putting yourself down
Start picking yourself up
Start decking the halls
Putting things on
Stop acting like you don’t care
Stop comparing the world to
your room bedroom
Stop apologizing

Stop making fun of things that scare you
Fuck the things that scare you
I don’t mean forget the things that
Scare you
I mean make love
to the things that scare you
Nurture them
Bathe them
Tie their shoes
And then send them off
To school
They will disappear there
I promise you

(This poem was originally recited at The Green Room on October 23, 2014 in Perth, Scotland)