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Sometimes you have to fight yourself… Saturday / December 6, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Cheetos on the mattress 
Satellite shish kabob 
Will this wound ever heal? 
There’s nothing behind the camera

Distant engines in the night
Scorpion pinball flippers
Administering the tax code
Red Velvet Revolution 

I can play the part of the clown
But there are times…

Pay attention to the price 
Of coffee

Holding is not choking 
Choking is not breathing
Holding is the truth 
Choking is out 
Is getting it out 

Another day of waiting In line
And solving the worlds problems

It’s an easy mistake to make 
It’s a fatal mistake to make 
It’s not a salad 
It’s not a sandwich 
It’s more a soup 
It’s a meal that takes time 
It’s not easy
 
A coming together 
It’s a synthasyzer
A sound 
It’s an ear
Voices 
Instruments 
Tools

Birds on television
Flashlights under water
Charged sexually infused beverages 
Water from a giant penis

Taking a risk
A good time is under your nose
It’s not a finger 
Iit could be a color 
Sometimes you have to fight yourself 
Love the little things 
A Christmas tree in a bar
Free popcorn
Love is everywhere 
It’s your job 
Love job

(This poem was originally recited on December, 6 at Trumbullplex in Detroit, MI)

Don’t know what to do with it Throw it in the pot… Friday / December 5, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Buuuuuuuull shit 
You’re not too old. 
That sandwich is as
Big as my head
You don’t eat a sandwich like that
You give birth to it

Every day is a Mountian. 
Some days are downers . 

Bags of concrete in the basement. 
Youth large condemns 
Pressure. 
More pressure 
Pressure salad

Don’t know what to do with it
Throw it in the pot
Racist armies 
Throw it in the pot
Unisex bathrooms 
Throw it in the pot

The manageable plague 
Throw it in the pot
Codependent narcissism 
Throw it in the pot
Plastic bread 
Dogfights

It’s hard 
I know
I remember
You used to have to work in your car 
I feel for you 

I used to be scared of things 
in the basement 
Now I live in the basement

I used to be scared of failure
And now I don’t 
Understand what failure is 

Clean water and more TV’s 
TV’s in the bathroom 
Bathrooms in the bathtub 

Nowhere else to go 
You’re trying too hard 
Try harder not to try
Do the last song first 
And start from there.

(This poem was originally recited on December, 5 at The Third DeathStar in Ann Arbor, MI)

Stop criticizing  the damaged child.. Thursday / December 4, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Expecting too much of everything
A passionate walk home alone
Help point at the end of the rainbow
Old, old Friends

Someone else controlling 
The playback in your monitor. 

Wishing and blaming 
Frustration and not trying
Always leave an offering for the gods 
A hat 
a scarf 
a quarter pound of sausage 
slice of pie. 
A Nickel back CD

An old dolphin never lies
A bruised cheek smiling
A chocolate stained mattress

Don’t criticizie me 
while I’m driving
Don’t criticize me 
While I’m criticizing you and driving

Stop criticizing 
the damaged child  

I don’t know why 
good things can’t stay?
I don’t know why 
Americans are always apologizing?

Everyone’s got their shit to do
Everyone’s having children
So they can have a good 
Excuse for not going to shows

Everyone’s looking for a way out 
The perfect pussy 
A blind mans ear
Warm places to pee
Socks

It’s not complicated. 
It’s a computer 

It’s not young people dressing old
Or old people dressing young
It’s about shoes that last 
And good hit Chocolate  
And letting go of that fight 
With the distraction 
Of forgetting someone’s name

I know I know 
So many cookies to try 
So many distractions 
So much to fight for. 

Spots on a rock
Tears in a choke hold 
The art of drinking 
A glass eye filled with wine
A a story telling soldier
It could change things 
What else can it do.

(This poem was originally recited on December, 4 at Electric Avenue in Buffalo, New York)