Monthly Archives: June 2015

Show Poem: Rainbows follow the rain… June 26 / Rochester, NY /Meddlesome Lab #SchwervonPoetry

Wide mouth water jar
Helping the pills go in
A map of the world
Forms on your back
And the ocean highway
Speaks to you again
In long bows stretched
Across slow sandy waves

Glass clickers and lawn darts
Helmetless heads and
Painted plates
Nighttime sounds of tiny pebbles
Under footsteps

I can benefit from a
Battle that is not mine
Striking hammers
Are what make the piano sound

Learning that you didn’t
Lose everything
In the fire

“No stick no cage
No electric shock”

Rainbows follow the rain
And rain makes things wet and soft
Keeps things alive
It also makes mud
That looks like Chocolate pudding

We have grown to see
All the colors
Colors are in the eyes
The Eyes appear clear and wide

Soft pink, purple, orange
Scarves hang in front
Of the windows
They soften the light
They add something

Show Poem: It’s hard when you hear everything… June 24 / Kent, OH /Stone Tavern #SchwervonPoetry

It’s hard when you
hear everything
It’s hard to know
where the fountain
Water goes

Dead child area
Feeding the lake
A tree falls in the woods
A random smoking hole
How to stay asleep all night

It’s hard to remember that
Life ain’t nothing
But a funny funny riddle

Worshiping at the
Church of the 16 vaginas
Home of the 10 dollar lap dance
Free chips and sangria

A stones throw from your heart

Flags on a car
Pizza underground
Gas is cheap here
Gas is cheap here
Gas is cheap here

Real fruit shakes
Ripe for the sippin
River of love
Burning witch nipples
Watching the ripples spreading
A natural current
A current of jelly
A vegetable jam

Beautiful birds and ugly songs.
Gas tank vinyl burns
Brian James Town Hash Tag Slur
Ugly birds and beautiful sings

I’ll talk to you lampshade
I’ll what makes you tick
You’re not so weird
You’re no Hotel of horrors

I’ll hold your hand before work
I’ll bring you ribs in bed
Apples, snakes, whatever
Your aspirin heart desires

Show Poem: I praise the human inventions… June 23 / Detroit, MI / Pj’s Lager House #SchwervonPoetry

I learned to love myself
At a very early age
And this has made
All the difference

I do fear the day
When we are all thumbs
But I also try to learn
The language of the
Feet and mouths

Goodbye blue Monday
Hello red Tuesday
The rest of the week
Is a rainbow sucker
Spinning around God’s
What color will she land on?
I don’t know

All that I see is the green grass
Waving in the yard
A distant dogs bark
A loose rattle if dishes

I have friends making love
Half way around the world
I see paintings of their faces
in every cloud that blows by

I praise the human inventions
That allow me to appreciate
All the non human inventions