Monthly Archives: November 2014

We enter the tunnel dry. We leave the tunnel wet…Saturday / November 15, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Too much eye make up
Free ketchup 
Honoring the dish
Respecting the gas

Everyone just staring 
Tricks of the trade
 
Waiting for our ride
No soap in the toilets
Security guards at the door
 
Look at that caveman go

French Mexican 
Push through 
Push through
We don’t know what we’re doing 
Just doing what we do

Fault pas poussez 
MeMe des orties
Surtout elle n’a pas de coulettes 

Girls like dolls 
Boys like soldiers
Women like soldiers 
Men like dolls 

Those trees look like monkeys
The branches are arms with fists 

Let’s cross the border 
Let’s border the crosses 

Like a mouth that could feed 
Itsself with words 
Or a heart that could feed 
Itsself with blood 
Imagine a world that 
Could make itsself happy

We enter the tumnel dry
We leave the tunnel wet
We enter the tunnel wet
We leave the tunnel soft and relaxed 

We slowly slowly slooowly 
Scrape the paper 
For some good news 
It will come 
Do not worry
The day we stop singing
About wine and cigarettes 
It will come 
Boom
Like a baby on the floor
We will lift it up and gold it 
In our arms

(This poem was originally recited on November 15, at Gonzo in Zurich, Switzerland )

Kiss a cop for Jesus… Friday / November 14, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Kiss a cop for Jesus

Chocolate ice cream
Before midnight 
Hearsay is news 
Lasagne by Aldi

Waking to the sound of 
Running water and cars
A lover snoring
A computer dies every 20 seconds 

I have brilliant friends 
But everybody gets tired

I will employ one thousand
Canary birds to 
Blow my wet hands dry

You don’t have to destroy a life
Just jerk off
And get back to business
 
In one second everything can change
A worm can turn into a lion
A tree can explode
A teardrop falls from a wire 
A teapot melts 

Banannas for everyone

I express myself 
And sometimes it hurts 
That doesn’t mean the world 
Is there for the purpose
Of absorbing my droppings

The world is a teacher
We learn so much more
When we listen
We learn so much more
When we respect the teacher 

When we love
Sometimes things are difficult 
It doesn’t always rain 
When you want it to
But rain is never wrong 

Bad feelings can grow 
Like a centipede 
But love can grow too

L’amour. 
It’s a choice 
It’s easy 
Love is hard
Love can be easy too

(This poem was originally recited on November 14, at Mudd Cub in Strasbourg, France)

The love matters.  Keep it going… Thursday / November 13, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Last night I dreamed 
I crashed a car into a house 
All of my friends were 
Totally un sympathetic

There she goes again
Like a bird she will fly

How do we live like this
Answer: 
We live every day with 
With love

My life is starting over again
Again, and then again

You read the paper upside down 
And then you say it deceives you

Churches should be built 
Over the course of all time 
And never finished 

My right hand will never touch 
My right elbow

I will never take a picture
Of My camera 

My hands are the roots
My legs are the branches
A birds nest in my ass
A mouth full of dirt

I’m not dancing to be clever
I’m not singing to numb the feeling

We are on a grand voyage. 
We are on a quest for good cheese
We are looking for the toilet 

Six one half dozen the other 
Gehubbt wie gedubbt

We are all in this together
It’s love 
It’s terrible 
Let’s celebrate 
The years don’t matter. 
The love matters. 
Keep it going.

(This poem was originally recited on November 13, at Reng Teng Tang in Freiburg, Germany)