Author Archives: schwervon

Sprocket tongue wake up
It’s alway tease, tease, tease
And then it’s please, please, please
And sometimes it just bad cheese

Gassing up for the apocalypse
Saigon square
A horse with wings
All hail to the common market

Chasing balls in the backyard

Early morning haircut
Charlotte with the beautiful eyes

Aging men in bicycle shorts
Luggage on a Sunday morning

The trees take me somewhere
New and familiar
They grow out of rocks sometimes

Unable to refresh, I turn my head
And smell another flower

Advanced mountain driving
Waiting for the curve
My life and the 2.9 seconds
Crossing the Captain Paul Hardy Bridge

Innovation corrupting the sons
And daughters of maintenance

Good chicken and friendly owls
Electric mushrooms
Growing accustomed to our
Dependence on the kindness
Of strangers

Who’s life did I save
In another life to deserve this

So
“Blow on the coal of the heart
And we’ll see by and by”

Books on a shelf
With every wet nose a sort of
Home coming

I wake up to the cat show
A paw to the face
Too fast for a picture
Blown out back lit
Feel good friends and
Sugar fogs for breakfast

I greet the golden soft serve
In transit
Slicing up the rain
Dangling our keys over
The watermelon
We cut through the forest
Like a needle full of Sweet tea

Overriding instincts
One nose pick at a time
Becoming badgers we
Savor the forest floor

Logs on the highway
Dancing in the bread isle
When In Rome eat Ramen
Cocaine clouds
Moustache handle bars
Hot sauce at the batting cages
Water back seat cushion

We drive dry and tend to dry drive
Only when friends are in town
Allow me my transgressions
And I will worship you for the entire visit

Whole Foods Leather grandma
Pulled pork and cake pops
Eating forks for dollars
Take the time to love
Every hair and folicle

But this is my play
And this my day
There are many like it
But this one is mine
I love each day
Like our last gig on the planet

I awake to cat eating
Spear through the daily deletions
The goal is not to show up for work
On time

Cream cheese frosting
Stomach ache
Slow creeping beatles on the vine
I give them each a name

Captain Billy’s seafood restaurant
Jack Jacob Jacobe
Blind willie I hate my life
Anxiety relationship the third

Gettting out of the inside job
Wading through waist high grass

The flashing light shows you
Where the camera is

Grooves & uneven lanes
Celebrate the car sickness season

Water crossings and sun sitting
Horny’s restaurant: where friends meet

Nasty women wine country
Bitches brew and Trump steaks

I am a recepticle for the golden liquid light
Projections of a bad drunken movie
Flow over me
It never gets old when it’s already old
My toes are where it starts
Now I am up to my knees in you

When I’m spilling out my boots
When I get the lighting wrong
When I cut in front of you at the subway
When I confuse the subway train
With the subway sandwich shop

Art is on the door and
The door is now a table

No, no, no, no. I’m not saying it’s over
I’m just saying that it’s hard sometimes