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Show Poem: We crawl for the love… July 03/ Baltimore, MD /The Wind Up Space #SchwervonPoetry


Woken by dogs again
The ache creeps in
Like light through
A crack under the door
Or a cat under the bed

The only skin I see
Are your henna tatoos hands
But you drive like Mad Max lady
And that keeps me in your
Rear view mirror

Bananas and blue berries
Chatting with old friends
Love is choosing
Love is choosing us
Reflecting our reflectors
Reconnecting out connectors

We laugh at less and enjoy more
Soprano sax phone ringers
Moon lit nights and marinara sauce
Square pizza
We become what we
Used to laugh at

We crawl for the love
We pine for it
Like pizza after
Giving birth
While things
Potatoes, pieces of meat
Water

There will always be car fights
And tainted meat
The world is not at no risk
Of running out of Gatorade

But they can’t bottle this
They can’t hang it on hooks
It’s not a flag
but it is in every flag
It is inevitable like the moon glow
This love thing we have
Going on here.

Show Poem: I do not have to be loved By every puppy and kitten… July 02/ Philadelphia, PA /Hong Kong Garden #SchwervonPoetry


I do not have to be loved
By every puppy and kitten
In true form or otherwise
Pixilated and remotely transmitted

Uncomfortable obligatory
Body functions

Plucking fruits off
The guitar tree
Failing to judge a
Monster’s eating habits
Fake powdered peach tea

The stress of riding arrows
Into the heats of people
You do not know

The ice cream truck music
Plays on in the distance
An endless loop
My first experience
With sampling.

Found and terrifying memories
Motorcycling along
Another soft pretzel
Eyes in a fish bowl
Chicken and shrimp
We’re all the same
when We’re fried

We’re all the same when we
Talk through a hole in our neck
We’re all the same when we’re kissing
Through holes in our necks

We were all beautiful
When we smeared it around
So beautiful  when you let go
The dogs barking in the distance
Drinking beer beneath the street lamp
So so beautiful

Show Poem: A drop of kindness For every tear drop… July 01/ New Brunswick , NJ /Court Tavern #SchwervonPoetry


Soy burger diner
I see dead people
A place to put my drink

Smurf cum graffiti
On a thoughtful piece of art

Badly exicuted guitar riffs
Litter the back alley air
The sabbath always ends
With Sabbath

Catching nothing out of
The corner of my eye

I’ve eaten the same falafel
In two states

Men and women
Getting pushed around
In strollers and wheelchairs
Walkers and canes

Guy outside Super Cuts
Smoking and playing
With his phone
Listening to something
On headphones
Wearing a hat
Sunglasses hanging
From the collar of his shirt

Can’t stop staring
Where is he going
What is he thinking
Does he cat call women
Does he like women

Was that the wrong word choice?
There’s something
Like this happening
In a hundred other places.
I’m sure of it.

Fish on the walls and doors underwater
Pictures of cats taken by dogs
Parking. Meters
Nickel and diming us
Quartering quarters

Hurting yourself in bed
Where does the time go
Coffe to beer beer to coffe
Wrist band hair removal

A drop of kindness
For every tear drop
It’s never too much
Never ever
Think of all the babies
The funerals and the graduations
A drop of kindness
For every teardrop