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Tag Archives: schwervon live
Saturday, July 10 KC, MO @ Riot Room (patio) 8pm w/ The Sluts + Thunderclaps
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Tagged Kansas City Music, Riot Room, Rock, schwervon live, The Sluts
Show Poem: August 20, 2016 KC, MO @ Tronkel House #poetry
The elephant removes
His foot from my back
I awake
Legs V shaped ready for the world
Eyes like sparklers underwater
The ice is extremely then
But I will lose the weight
Required to skate by
I’ve learned a lot
From a fish’s eyes
Scheduling work
Outside the pain clinic
Sunshine disposal
A new zoo army
I hear the dogs barking
At the distant rain
A condescending smile
Perhaps I need it more than
I care to admit
Or perhaps I am just
Tickling myself in a mirror
The feather touches
My knowing under side
And then it floats away
Show Poem: August 12, 2016 Athens, GA @ Little Kings (Athens Popfest) #poetry

I turn my head quickly
To limit the impression
Of the dead dog
On the side of the road
A sick and unknown feeling
Like the LL Bean return policy
I’m burning up
burning up for your love
And it smells like gym socks
And dusty headboards
Can’t complain
So I just let it soak
Into my dreams
Like a pudding cake
On a hot day
I saw a straight rainbow on the horizon
Perfect like a leaf
Laces on, I sweat it out in bed
So many rules to break
Except the cool ones
The fans run all night
But we are still hot and sticky
Gotta keep moving ’cause
There’s a hellhound on our trail
It bites us when we stop
It makes us bite back
Until we devour each other
And nothing is left but our bones
Intertwined,
baking in the sun
Like a bread stick

