Author Archives: schwervon

Show Poem: A drop of kindness For every tear drop… July 01/ New Brunswick , NJ /Court Tavern #SchwervonPoetry


Soy burger diner
I see dead people
A place to put my drink

Smurf cum graffiti
On a thoughtful piece of art

Badly exicuted guitar riffs
Litter the back alley air
The sabbath always ends
With Sabbath

Catching nothing out of
The corner of my eye

I’ve eaten the same falafel
In two states

Men and women
Getting pushed around
In strollers and wheelchairs
Walkers and canes

Guy outside Super Cuts
Smoking and playing
With his phone
Listening to something
On headphones
Wearing a hat
Sunglasses hanging
From the collar of his shirt

Can’t stop staring
Where is he going
What is he thinking
Does he cat call women
Does he like women

Was that the wrong word choice?
There’s something
Like this happening
In a hundred other places.
I’m sure of it.

Fish on the walls and doors underwater
Pictures of cats taken by dogs
Parking. Meters
Nickel and diming us
Quartering quarters

Hurting yourself in bed
Where does the time go
Coffe to beer beer to coffe
Wrist band hair removal

A drop of kindness
For every tear drop
It’s never too much
Never ever
Think of all the babies
The funerals and the graduations
A drop of kindness
For every teardrop

Show Poem: Let’s get wet… June 28 / Beacon, NY /River Fest #SchwervonPoetry

Beacon River Fest
Wolf calls and birdsong
Water lapping and grass bristling
In the wind
Rain drops tap tap taping
Insects chirp and call
These are the songs I whish to cover

It is important sometimes
To feel the water
Between our bones
To celebrate the great river spirit

Just open your mouth
Let her fluids inside
Embrace the
Hydration in take

You are here to day
Drink that in
Let it drip down you chin
And make a big wet spot on
Your pants
Wear that wet spot with pride

Remember.
Water is where we come from
Let’s get wet
Let’s get born again
In each other’s
Wetness is the best
Swim in it
Drink it in
Let’s get wet
Let’s get wet.

Show Poem: Let’s see how it feels To feel good for a while… June 27 / Brooklyn, NY /Shea Stadium #SchwervonPoetry

Shea stadium 2015
The nightmare comes after the dream
And then the dream returns

Hop on hop off
No amount of rain
Can wash away this filth
The filth of millions of friends
And millions of dogs of friends
And tens of millions of dogs of friends shits

Bathing at the bottom of the well
A single orange balloon
Tied to my wrist

Tight rope walker
Stretching across the sky
Home is where you hang

A beautiful black bird
Feasts upon something dead
By the side of the road

Coming up for air
Your ad here
Let’s ride this rainbow
Into a positive millennium
Breakup sex marriage

Let’s see how it feels
To feel good for a while
Let’s feel more
More than a feeling
There is no divot replacing
There are moles in one
There are no holes
no right time weong time
There is only somewhere else
And that’s not here
Here there is love
That’s the shit.