Monthly Archives: July 2015

Show Poem: At best I accommodate the leaving… July 12/ Evansville, IN / PG #SchwervonPoetry


Disturbed by
The over use of the word love

Extraordinary emotional moment
Something escapes me slowly
With no reason or pattern

At best
I accommodate the leaving

Hide the dying fly
With a cup of coffee
Biscuits and gravy
Half empty Sirachi bottle

Addicted to pretzel shapes
And cheap nuts

Busy hiring others
To promote your lack
Of promotion

Slicing through mountains
Bleeding boulders
Pouring dreams out
From the trunk of our car

Drunk tweeting
I’m so old
I don’t give a fuck
Bullshit you’re better than that
My people!

Waking up at 8 going to bed at 5

The under use of the word love

We’re not just running a business here
We’re fighting a war
We are building a life
It would be so easy
To just take the medicine
Connect the dots
Punch te click
But
Something has to change
It might as well be us

We support the change
We spear the fish
And then we spead the love
All around
Like peanut butter
My friends!

We dance close
We get it on us
And then we
Spead it around
We share

Show Poem: Look inside the light and Don’t forget your sunglasses… July 11/ Cincinnati, OH / The Comet #SchwervonPoetry


No pets allowd
At the welcome center

You could tell by the way
She folded her arms
She’s was box office poison
A gal from the sticks
With a heart of oak
And a wooden smile to match

There’s something a
Little too sensual about
The mouth feel of this candy

Do you have any idea
How many times you’ve
Said the f word over the course
If this conversation?

Peeing makes me have to pee
The hospital made me sicker
Engenieering a longer lasting flavor
The shortest distance between
Two pains

The long lost art of
Practicing delayed gratification

Brushing off demons  with
The soft catlike hair
Of an old man

Making love to a wall
That beats me every night

We all lace up our diamond
Encrusted cat skinned
Girdle the same way
One soggy cornflake
Soaked moustache at a time

Look inside the light and
Don’t forget your sunglasses

Watching the numbers rise
Spin out of control

Hell is for real
And it’s full of people
Who feel the need to
Advertise it’s existence
On billboards from the
Side of the highway

Beans in a bowl
A relatable stranger
It’s the little things
This is not fun
This is not supposed to be fun

Show Poem: Goddamn this rattlesnake heart… July 10/ Columbus, OH / TreeBar #SchwervonPoetry


I fell asleep in a barn
And awoke in a palace

Goddamn this lighting sandwich
That pulls my teeth apart

For every single new day
Goddamn this rattlesnake heart

An old lady scoops gelato
Slowly and deliberately
As if molding a pot
Or shaping the features of a sculpture

The Cranberry never falls far
From the Zombie
It’s good to know
What side your bread is
Jellied on

Tiny donuts with eyeballs
In the center
I do a lot if things
I never dreamed of

I pay for parking
All the time

Toad skinned logs
Burning in the fireplace

What kind of shoes
Will you wear to
The party?

A sea of air conditioners
Purring in the background
Backstage
They keep the busy bar
Staff cool and nice

Wire hanger on the floor
A broken toilet seat
A step ladder and
A old vacuum cleaner

A chocolate coffe keeps
Things interesting
Worlds of possibilities there
If I allow myself to stare