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Show Poem: June 15, 2017 KC, MO @ Riot Room w/ The Sluts + Thunderclaps #poetry 

While splashing back
The last flat drops
Of Miller Lite
Against your sour throat
Don’t forget
To be beautiful

Smelling the old encyclipeadias
Raising the lawnmower wheels
Pulling the Velcro straps
On your laceless sneakers
Beautifully…

While squeezing out the
Final gritty contents
Of your tooth past tube
Don’t forget
You are beautiful

We seek.
We sell.
We accumulate.
We benefit and exclude
Sometimes our friendships
Cause famine
Sometimes our friends’ mothers
Become our friends

Praise a rubber Jesus
Streak your eyes with teflon
Grill yiur teeth with mirrors
Throw another book on the pile:
“Practical problem solver”
“How to do just about anything”
“The duck commander family”

How many stuffed animals
Brought us here?
How many crossbows and
Hackneyed rock ‘n roll careers?

We all feel things
Inside our shoes
We learn to live with those feelings
Holes in our socks
Broken heels
Runny masquera
Gum on the deck
No toilet paper in the stall

The lighting is not the beauty
Unless, it is.

We are all taking the crash course
In Show Business.
We learn the tools
We seek control of the story.
We sleep with the awareness.
Graduation is being there
Beautifully

Saturday, July 10 KC, MO @ Riot Room (patio) 8pm w/ The Sluts + Thunderclaps 

every noise a blade of grass… brushing away the fire ants

Show Poem: July 10, 2017 KC, MO @ Mills Records w/ Bookmobile #poetry 


The dog patiently waits
Outside the door
While I meditate
In a world that on occasion
Forces people to make the decision
To jump from burning buildings

Fighting the shadow
Of over grown lawns,
The sideways glances of
Distant neighbors

Screens burn my eyes
But reward me by completing
My thoughts
And what not?
     …white not?
        …why not? I mean.

How things change.

If the cortisone flowing through my joints
Gives me one more day in the park
Walking the dog and listening
To thoughtfully recorded music
Then I will fight the urge to
Unsubscribe from that
Frustrated, utopian, email list.

Anger is an energy. 

The day that you said you
We’re tired of being funny
Was the first day
You actually were
Funny, I mean.