Schwervon!

Tear it up
Burn it down
Blow it away
Fuck it all
Start over
Kiss it
Grow it
Feed it and clothe it
Listen up

This is my boner
Broken for you
Trumpoline on ice

This my hair
On oak mites
I can wash it
I can cut it
Do anything I’d normally do
I just look like I have hair
While I’m doing it

These are my children
That have to suffer now
Feasting on dust sandwiches

The loudest mouths suffer the most
Paying for all the risky business
The cheese between the bread
The chili peppers in the sky
The bottled violence
And contaminated water

I try to be a sweet man
Try to tap into that sweaty sweetness
That sticky man sap that
No elders respect

A party in the shadows
A tall man under my tent flaps
Learning to sign for the Def Leopard

DIY deploy it yourself
DIY destroy it yourself
DIY devour it yourself
DIY deflower yourself
the children and the oldies
DIY Dirk Diggler yourself

Pull it all together
Pull it all together
Pull it all together

As we dance around the cauldron
Bobbing for brains
And sub plots to our
Dream inspired nightmares
And nightmare inspired dreams

We hi five the
Broomstick branches
Weed wack the highway light
Skipping past the nostalgic horror
Comedy cartoon documentary porn

Concocting midnight spells for
Healing the masses of discontent
Over stuffed sandwiches
Dripping with carbonated flowers

It is not our job to out the demons
But we can ask them questions
We can give them places to go
A bench at the buss stop
A cannery for their coal mines

Ode to the neck pillow
And the one in five children
To the arch that arches
Every day in in the shadows

10 bones at the pump
Respect the body
You are trying to deal
Respect the body
You are trying to feel

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