God is a brownie No God is a brownie… Sun. April. 05 / Riot Room, KCMO #Schwervonpoetry

Posted on April 6, 2015 by | 1 comment

photo by Rachel Sky

Buttered butter
Bacon wrapped bacon
Pizza flavored pizza bites

Guns in every orifice
Roads paved with hamburger buns

Twenty four hour memory foam
Full body zipper suits

Maybe is no
No is boring
Boring is ignoring

Old tv
A pile of wires
By the washing machine

Polka dot ties
Tears in my oatmeal

Repetition is remembering
Repetition is forgetting
Repetition is forgiving
Forever and ever

Always and never
Baked goods rising like
The son of God

Brownies for breakfast
Brownies for lunch
Making love to a brownie
Giving birth to a brownie

God is a brownie
No God is a brownie

(This poem was recited for the first time on Sunday, April 05, 2015 at Riot Room, in Kansas City, MO)

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Sunday, April 5 @ The Riot Room (KC, MO) w/ DCTV + Swearing At Motorists + Josh Berwanger Band

Posted on March 30, 2015 by | Leave a comment

Next Sunday, April 5th, at The Riot Room, Schwervon! will have chance to share the stage with some really cool bands including our local soul brother Josh Berwanger and good friends Hamburg Germany: Swearing At Motorists. DCTV (pronounced detective) is a French-American post-punk band formed in Los Angeles in 2012 by Vivarock and Fiat Lux. The group has been compared variously to Stereolab, Sonic Youth, Mission of Burma, and “post-Nico Velvet Underground with Debbie Harry on vocals.”

See you there.

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Stop trying to put a hat on it… Sun. Mar. 22 / Soundpony, Tulsa, OK #Schwervonpoetry

Posted on March 23, 2015 by | 1 comment

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Tell a story on your walls
Swing your weight around the balls

Beat your drum proudly
Your true loves will always dance
The advice of grilled cheese
Black swans and tired parrots

David Bowie is a cat I met in Fayetteville
And endless balls of yarn
Dangle from the clouds for him

Stop trying to put a hat on it
Googly eyes bullshit
Get sick of being cool
Stop trying to wrap a scarf
Around this town

Stop settling for room temperature
Heat things up
Beat your chest
With broccoli branches
Swiss chard

Love can bring things to a boil
Maybe you don’t deserve desert

But if there is one thing
On this brown planet
That no one can deny you of
It’s the warmth of love

No deeper shade of red
No paler shape of night
No paternal memory
No surreal exploding T-shirt
Black boot or
Re-verb drenched guitar
Love people

You all deserve it
Every little nasty bit
Get used to it
Get loose to it
Spread it around
Take a bight

(This poem was recited for the first time on Sunday, March 22, 2015 at Soundpony in Tulsa, OK)

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