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Last night I dreamed  I was a comedian… Thursday , October 30, 2014 / Cologne, Germany #SchwervonPoetry

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The corpse of CBGB’s 
Will never rest in peace. 
How long until the final morsel 
Is picked from her bones? 

Last night I dreamed 
I was a comedian 
Luckily I woke 
before I had to to say anything 
Funny

If the hole in the curtain 
Is where you see things 
Then through the hole in the curtain 
Is how you will be seen
 
In Germany the beer is free
But you gotta pay to pee

When we wake on top of the Mountian
Life is about learning to fall

We see things electronically 
It was always this way
Electric fire
Electric stars
Electric warriors
Electric bees

We sting with love
And our sparking silver tipped tails

Someone tore the wings from
My back 
And replaced them with guitars

We mask the pain
With amplification 
Bzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzz

We suck the music from 
Flowers 

We infuse it 
We use it 

We never lose it

(This poem was originally recited on October 30, 2014 at Tsunami in Cologne, Germany)

The meat of life is for sharing… Wednesday, October 29, 2014 / Lille, France #SchwervonPoetry

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I am a bird
Kakaww. Kakaww.
L’oiseaux ce moi.

It’s a Charlie Brown
Kind of day.

There is alway a path for fear
Fear
Sometimes you can taste it
Like sugar in the frosting
Of an expensive pastery

And sometimes
it is a smell
Like the tired dead skin
That collects behind the ears
Of an old man

The greatest fear is that
It is all for nothing

All the work and the stress
Worth nothing more than the energy
Burned in the process

It is why some live their lives
As though they were being filmed
Each second
of each day

We fill our blood with fire
And dance away the monster
We let our hearts share the space

The meat of life is for sharing
We consume our little deaths
Together, with strangers, like family
Like music.

(This poem was originally recited on October 29, 2014 at Bar L’imposture in Lille, France)

We are not merely knowers. We are extraordinarily gatherers… Monday, October 27, 2014 / Edinburgh, Scotland #SchwervonPoetry

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Oh come ye down from
Mount Wifi on high.
The only important lessons
Learned are the ones made
When We know everything

Where’s the pride in your ride
Where’s the class in your ass
Where’s the class in your class.
Where’s the pride in your pride.

What kind of gun shall we use to
To kill the monster?
What pesticide will we use
To kill it’s friendly ghost?

Sometimes the big things
Are the little things.

The jails are jobs.
The jobs are jails.

Encore! encore! Encore!
Do you really want to hear more
Or do you just want another drink?
Putting off the cold ride home.

We are not merely knowers
We are extraordinarily gatherers

We grow as we go.

Double Espresso
Is the password

Tripple bypass
Is the last word

Eventually
Things will scare you into health
You will wake from the dream
And realize that you are still dreaming
You discover sometimes
dreams can be nightmares.

So when that moment of clarity happens
And then passes.
It’s not about making your dreams
Come true.
It’s just about turning your nightmares
Into dreams.

(This poem was originally recited on October 27, 2014 at The Wee Red Bar in Edinburgh, Scotland)