Tag Archives: Schwervon! Band

Schwervon! Fantastico 2014 Tour Is Officially In the Can

To those that laughed and danced, listened and sang with us. To those those that fed us, drove us, paid us, and supported us. To those that got off the couch for us and cheered for us, talked to us and educated us, inspired us and allowed us to do our thing…from the bottoms of our tired little hearts…

Thank You!

Nan & Matt


It’s okay We’re all going  To the house of pancakes.. Friday / December 12, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

It’s okay
We’re all going
To the house of pancakes

Bones sinking
Bones sighing

Sunken treasure
Sunken eyes

You have to love the kids
All kids
The kids inside

Speak into their sunken heads
Take off your shoes
Get comfortable

Comedy with out the laugh track
Is profound

Mary Hartman

If you investigate yourself
too much
You’ll go blind

The gloves always come off
At the post office

Minds sharpening
Like pencils
Cat stickers on phones
Birds exploding over cars

It’s all happening
At once
More than once
It’s all happening
At once
Over and over

Trash cans full of tissues
And orange peels

Mary Hartman
There’s so much more to love

Love can happen anywhere
Bowling allies
Convenient stores
Cat boxes
Beneath Dining room tables

No I don’t hate you when you’re sick
I hate you when your mean

No I don’t hate you when you’re sad
I hate the sadness

It steals you away
It puts it in a fish bowl

Fish kissing is not satisfying
Making love like fish
Making love in a fish pond
Is a start
Let’s evolve from there.

(This poem was originally recited on December, 12 at Jackpot Lounge in Lawrence, KS)

Finding What we are meant to lose… Tuesday / December 9, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

Mud covered gloves
Fat boy slim man

Teaching our children
Not to be ashamed
Of their pet angels

Attention attention
A blue umbrella
In a black boot

Pictures on the door
Clocks in the kitchen
I am living someone else’s life
And it’s fun
I know It’s not forever

In piles
and Out piles
To do’s
and dones

Folded napkins
Crumbs on a chair

Heart shaped sunglasses
Leopard print socks
Gun toting action figure
Gingerbread Christmas tree ornament

A monkey in a tie
Serving you a banana
On a plate

Frozen nothing
Bullshit fucking tolls
Fussing with the data charts
I’m finding it hard
To believe we’re in heaven

There are bearded men
And nice ladies
On all sides
What do they want for me
What do I want from them

A purpose
A lie
A lie

Sometimes we say the opposite
Of what we mean
We think it helps the boredom
It doesn’t

Rats under cars
Placing things
Under the radar

Finding What we are meant to lose
Walking that path

Tasting something different
In that same mud.

I would love some tea
Thank you

Human connection?
Don’t mind if I do.
With a side of love.
Why not.
It’s a Tuesday.

(This poem was originally recited on December, 9 at Rozz Tox in Rock Island, Il)