Monthly Archives: December 2014

Unlock the power that is Being stupid  But do not worship  At his alter… Sunday / December 7, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Wreck your frozen body
Fuck the waffles          
Too much seasoning 
In the tofu

Appreciate those 
that come before you 
Unlock the power that is
Being stupid 
But do not worship 
At his alter 

Dudes in halter tops
Dogs with balls in their throats
Women being women 
Paradise is hard 

Trumpets on top of Christmas trees 
Scaling Mental alps 
Sliding down the banister 
Endless pools of alcohol 

Vapor life 
Vapor mind 
Vapor news 
Vapor children 
Vapor choke holds

UFO homework 
Rebel girl
Many lives in these walls
Rebel Girl
Not mine
Rebel girl
All mine
You are the queen if my world 

There are many ways to come home. 
Sad hotels by the highway 

Forget the names of things. 
We bake memories 
We eat dream whip 

We Butter the days 
We Use your legs
Like a cricket
Faster and faster 
We Sing with our legs

Listen to the ground beneath 
Drink life through a straw. 

We are talking through glass 
Through air 
We are texting through glass 
Layers and layers of glass
Small thin air
We are breathing glass 
 
We must hold each other 
through the window
We must press our hands against it
Hold each other down
And love all that we can

(This poem was originally recited on December, 7 at The Burlington in Chicago, IL)

Sometimes you have to fight yourself… Saturday / December 6, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Cheetos on the mattress 
Satellite shish kabob 
Will this wound ever heal? 
There’s nothing behind the camera

Distant engines in the night
Scorpion pinball flippers
Administering the tax code
Red Velvet Revolution 

I can play the part of the clown
But there are times…

Pay attention to the price 
Of coffee

Holding is not choking 
Choking is not breathing
Holding is the truth 
Choking is out 
Is getting it out 

Another day of waiting In line
And solving the worlds problems

It’s an easy mistake to make 
It’s a fatal mistake to make 
It’s not a salad 
It’s not a sandwich 
It’s more a soup 
It’s a meal that takes time 
It’s not easy
 
A coming together 
It’s a synthasyzer
A sound 
It’s an ear
Voices 
Instruments 
Tools

Birds on television
Flashlights under water
Charged sexually infused beverages 
Water from a giant penis

Taking a risk
A good time is under your nose
It’s not a finger 
Iit could be a color 
Sometimes you have to fight yourself 
Love the little things 
A Christmas tree in a bar
Free popcorn
Love is everywhere 
It’s your job 
Love job

(This poem was originally recited on December, 6 at Trumbullplex in Detroit, MI)

Don’t know what to do with it Throw it in the pot… Friday / December 5, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Buuuuuuuull shit 
You’re not too old. 
That sandwich is as
Big as my head
You don’t eat a sandwich like that
You give birth to it

Every day is a Mountian. 
Some days are downers . 

Bags of concrete in the basement. 
Youth large condemns 
Pressure. 
More pressure 
Pressure salad

Don’t know what to do with it
Throw it in the pot
Racist armies 
Throw it in the pot
Unisex bathrooms 
Throw it in the pot

The manageable plague 
Throw it in the pot
Codependent narcissism 
Throw it in the pot
Plastic bread 
Dogfights

It’s hard 
I know
I remember
You used to have to work in your car 
I feel for you 

I used to be scared of things 
in the basement 
Now I live in the basement

I used to be scared of failure
And now I don’t 
Understand what failure is 

Clean water and more TV’s 
TV’s in the bathroom 
Bathrooms in the bathtub 

Nowhere else to go 
You’re trying too hard 
Try harder not to try
Do the last song first 
And start from there.

(This poem was originally recited on December, 5 at The Third DeathStar in Ann Arbor, MI)