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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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The scariest ones are the scarredest… Sat.March, 21 / JR’s Lightbulb, Fayetteville, AR, #Schwervonpoetry 

Posted on March 22, 2015 by | 1 comment

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Fish in a fish tank
Fish on a plate
Fish in the bathtub
Swimming all around me

Playing by the crooked rules
No wires, no hooks,
And no digging straps

Documentary film making at it’s best
Sitting back
Riding the road
Taking the turns
Swinging from the trees
Not beating the shit out of things

Junk yard wrecking crew
Pull gently and push rigorously
The dogs are afraid of me
Until they get used to my scent

Everything feels so expensive
In chilly evenings
Things get colder
And more beautiful

Connect the spots on the sidewalk
Follow the pathetic that
Reveals itself to you
And
Always remember
The scariest ones are the scarredest

Sometimes the best
Conversations at parties
Are with the lampshade.
And the cat

(This poem was recited for the first time on Saturday, March 21, 2015 at JR’s Lightbulb in Fayetteville, AR)

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What goes on behind the backs Of those who write on blackboards…  Friday, March 20, Valley Of The Vapors Festival, Hot Springs,AR #SchwervonPoetry 

Posted on March 21, 2015 by | 1 comment
  
Let the spring rain fall on your brain 

We don’t have time for the scenic route
We need the sleep more 
We are on a mission 
No time for cracker barrels 
And good will stores 
We are here to rock the people 

What font is your nightmare? 
No time for Mr. Hall’s boring 
speech patterns and silly boots. 
The reasons behind  why we risk
Making fools of ourselves 
 
What goes on behind the backs 
Of those who write on blackboards
The art of vandalism  
Of mixing paint with words. 
The science behind friendship 
And fearful speech patterns. 
Pay no attention to
The rubber seals
On the side of the highway 
The needles in my finger tips 
We are here to rock the science 

Of love

This may not be you best day
But it doesn’t have to be your worst 
                                     

(This poem was recited for the first time on Friday, March 20, 2015 at The Valley Of The Vapors Festival in Hot Springs, AR)

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