Tag Archives: Poetry

Orange harvest moon… Wednesday February 25, 2015 #Schwervonpoetry 

Nipples cut like diamonds
Across the stained glass

Heavenly hand-jobs
Between the pews

Old asses flat on the  wood
Dress trim brush strokes

Fluffy pubic hair clouds
Paint Darwinian heaven
On the backsides of
Lightening struck trees

Praying squirrels hiding their nuts
Vibration in my chest
Feel the coat pulling
With every step taken

Swamp-man memory
Santa clause coke bottle

Glasses full of
Wine and cheese

Shaving cream balloons
Orange harvest moon

Egg yolk perfect
Orange harvest moon

(This poem was recited for the first time on Wednesday, February 25, 2015 at miniBar in KC, MO)

Lucky duck… Friday February 13, 2015 #SchwervonPoetry

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Past Live have served me well

I hear the music
almost every day.

Lucky duck,
Lucky duck
Holy mother fucking fuck
What did I do to deserve
Being such a goddamn
lucky Duck

My brain
A passion field
Done up in marshmallow
And butterscotch

Bitter Ale flows from my stein?
I see my shirt
covered in glitter and cheese corn
My heart will stop some day
But my love will never end

A hard pea lodged
Beneath my mattress?
Twinkle Santa Claus eye
Rising from the middle
Of my forehead

The man on my tail?
I see that’s not gold
You lied for money

I look to the
Candy hearts and flowers
Dangling from my rear view mirror
Blood test okay
Balls okay
Cholesterol

Crusty old man
Texting in his car
Screams at me from his
Open window
Get a job ya bum!

I scream back at him
Thank you sir!
I know
I’m sorry!
What can I say.
I just am
Such a Mother fucking
Lucky fucking duck!

(This poem was recited for the first time on Friday February 13, 2015 at The Replay Lounge in Lawrence, KS)

A taster’s choice… Saturday January 24, 2015  #SchwervonPoetry

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A taster’s choice
Earning every meal

Dead pidgeon on a dumpster
Beautiful hotel lights

That guy probably makes
More than both of us

Nice try asshole
Just park your fucking truck

I am confidence builder
You are insecure  one

Picking fights like picking noses
I want you to succeed
in spite of me

“Ice picks on your tongue”
Long underwear on your lips

Breathe in the cold

I know I’m not the man
Who always gets things right

I’m not like Neil Young
I don’t drive cars real fast
I dabble in the dark arts

Watching ourselves
In a fishbowl

It’s painful or peaceful
Ghost of a cat
In the corner of my eye

A choice
A taster’s choice

(This poem was recited for the first time on Saturday January 24, 2015 at Coda in Kansas City, MO)