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Learn to talk to old people… Thursday Oct. 9, 2014 / Indianapolis, IN #SchwervonPoetry

Colts donutI’m not saying that we have to love the corpses of our loved ones
the way we loved them when they were alive

All that  I’m saying is corpses do exist.
And, some day, we will all be one.

But, until that time, perhaps spending a bit more time in their presence
might help us to cut down on the amount we are directly or indirectly responsible for creating.

And then look at some more trees.
Rest in some more grass.
Watch more TV.
Do it well. With a good feeling.
like a loon skating across a frozen lake.
Like a really good athlete.

And another thing.
It’s really important to learn to talk to old people.
Things are harder for them in ways you don’t even think about

Failing eyesight
Slowing metabolism
Sore muscles
Random dizziness

It’s scary.
Comfort them.

(This poem was originally recited at Vibes Music Store on October 9, 2014 in Indianapolis)

Cremation… Wednesday Oct. 8, 2014 / St. Louis, MO #SchwervonPoetry

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photo by Paige Brubeck

Paralyzed
No feeling whatsoever
Or so much you can’t distinguish
One one from  another or nothing
Let’s go for a walk
Listen to the sounds
Inside and out
They’re always there for us
Like the knowledge that some day we will die
Oops sorry
Did you forget that?
Didn’t mean to kill the party
Unless maybe your party is killing someone else.

Did you know that it is possible to live witness the cremation of a loved one?
All you have to do is ask.
You can even press the button.
I know it sounds a little weird.
But wouldn’t it be better than a complete stranger doing it all alone
At some random time on some random day?
Just sending another one down the conveyor belt.
Isn’t it a much nicer idea to have your remains
scorched into eternity by someone you love?
Someone who cared for you
and you cared for.
I do.

(This poem was originally recited at Melt on October 8, 2014 in St. Louis)

Fear is not a finish line… Friday Oct. 3, 2014 / KCK #SchwervonPoetry


Turn off the blue light
Take my hand
Walk into the darkness with me.
I know you are afraid
Fear is not a finish line
It is a starting point
Fear is a question
We need it like we need salt and water
The stale air of anger will choke like the poison gas of war
Anger thrives in the trenches
It feeds the meat grinder
Gives birth to bomb craters no mans lands
There is no waiting for the world to end
There is no limit to the squares on the paper towl roll
Life is a paper towl.
We roll
We tear
We soak it in.
We do a job and we recycle.
We’re not made to support enormous amounts of weight.
Our job is not to absorb blue food colored liquid.
We are here to clean up the mess.
No certificate needed
We are the certificate
We are the inkwells tattooing our bones into the earth and trees
Like heavy rain in a desert
We are here to make an impression and then smooth it over on a sunny day
Let’s stop treating ourselves like the objects that we think are only objects.
Let’s live the moments like we remember the good parts about the past.
It doesn’t matter if it was all a dream.
Live the dream now.

(This poem was originally recited at the Broken Teeth CD Release show at FOKL Art Space on October 3, 2014 in Kansas City, KS)