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Kiss a cop for Jesus… Friday / November 14, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Kiss a cop for Jesus

Chocolate ice cream
Before midnight 
Hearsay is news 
Lasagne by Aldi

Waking to the sound of 
Running water and cars
A lover snoring
A computer dies every 20 seconds 

I have brilliant friends 
But everybody gets tired

I will employ one thousand
Canary birds to 
Blow my wet hands dry

You don’t have to destroy a life
Just jerk off
And get back to business
 
In one second everything can change
A worm can turn into a lion
A tree can explode
A teardrop falls from a wire 
A teapot melts 

Banannas for everyone

I express myself 
And sometimes it hurts 
That doesn’t mean the world 
Is there for the purpose
Of absorbing my droppings

The world is a teacher
We learn so much more
When we listen
We learn so much more
When we respect the teacher 

When we love
Sometimes things are difficult 
It doesn’t always rain 
When you want it to
But rain is never wrong 

Bad feelings can grow 
Like a centipede 
But love can grow too

L’amour. 
It’s a choice 
It’s easy 
Love is hard
Love can be easy too

(This poem was originally recited on November 14, at Mudd Cub in Strasbourg, France)

The love matters.  Keep it going… Thursday / November 13, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Last night I dreamed 
I crashed a car into a house 
All of my friends were 
Totally un sympathetic

There she goes again
Like a bird she will fly

How do we live like this
Answer: 
We live every day with 
With love

My life is starting over again
Again, and then again

You read the paper upside down 
And then you say it deceives you

Churches should be built 
Over the course of all time 
And never finished 

My right hand will never touch 
My right elbow

I will never take a picture
Of My camera 

My hands are the roots
My legs are the branches
A birds nest in my ass
A mouth full of dirt

I’m not dancing to be clever
I’m not singing to numb the feeling

We are on a grand voyage. 
We are on a quest for good cheese
We are looking for the toilet 

Six one half dozen the other 
Gehubbt wie gedubbt

We are all in this together
It’s love 
It’s terrible 
Let’s celebrate 
The years don’t matter. 
The love matters. 
Keep it going.

(This poem was originally recited on November 13, at Reng Teng Tang in Freiburg, Germany)

We will let ourselves  Be caught in the nets… Wednesday / November 12, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Staying up too late with friends
Souer kirsch mit peanut butter

Learning to deal with an 
Anxious loved one
I am so, so proud of you
So I am proud of us

We dance like 3  sausages
Nurnburgers 
Exposing on a hot plate 

And if you start to feel 
The deep fog settling in
Don’t worry
I will guide you
With silence
And being

Insanity can be beautiful
Hurting people is not beautiful
Self obsession is not beautiful 

But when it passes
It is a like a million setting sons
Into an ocean of warm absenthe 

Cat pictures just might 
Save the world 
Saving the world 
Just might destroy 
The universe
 
Saving ourselves
Shaving our cells
Shaving our shelves 
Showering our shoulders

Okay
We are all scared 
The bravest thing is to admit it
The bravest thing is the be afraid 
The bravest thing is not to fight

The grass will grow back
The bumps will smooth over 

The gas stations will come and go
The angel wings flutter 
Like un plugged guitar strings 

We let them pull us 
Pull us into the lake water 
We will swim like fish
We will let ourselves 
Be caught in the nets
We will allow ourselves to
Be eaten. 
It is the best for now

(This poem was originally recited on November 12, 2014 at Franzis in Wetzlar, Germany)