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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)

Stop chasing yourself…Thursday / November 20, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

Go to bed mad
Wake up happy
Stop remembering 
Stop blaming others 
For your sadness
Eat more fruit

Stop chasing yourself 
Stop trying to kill all the flies 
They are there for a reason 
The flies are not bullets
They feed the birds. 

Every day is a new day. 
Hamburgers happen
The yellow truck fucks the green truck 

This one gets another toy
This one learns a new language

Ich esse obst. 
Du isst gemuse. 
Let’s meet on the toilet 
And see how things turn out. 

Love inspires 
Fear destroys 
It has to be hard sometimes. 

Leaves fall 
They grow back. 
And fall and grow back 
Over and over. 
It’s never totally over. 

We’ve broken the seal 
And now we lay along the shore
Waiting for a morning
That barely makes sense
A ring on your toe
Whiskey in a wine glass 

I’m leaving 
I don’t know why
There’s sun in my coffe cup
Gold on my plate 
Breaking rocks together
Is the music 
That keeps us 

Never learning some things 
Is the lesson 
Never learning 
Until it’s time 
For the leaves to fall again
And again
And again
The leaves are green 
And red and brown 
The leaves are beautiful

(This poem was originally recited on November 20, at Astra Stube in Hamburg, Germany)

There will always be words…Monday / November 10, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

Last night I dreamed something 
Compelling me to write it down 
But then
I started thinking of you
And forgot the dream
Now I’m just making it up
That I dreamed I was 
Running through the streets 
Of a large city. 
I had very long hair 
And shoes on my feet.
My hair kept getting caught 
On lamp posts 
and car bumpers.
When I turned a corner my hair 
Got wrapped around 
some people’s necks. 
And I started to drag them 
As I ran down the street. 

There will always be words 
But we will not always speak them 

There will always be places to hide
We will not always hear them 

We will never see every 
Fish in the ocean
Never taste
Every bug that enters our body

We dance with the hanging 
Corpses above our souls 

We watch our children grow 
Like vegetables in the rain
We are like race cars
We leave tracks 
Every time we go around 

We lift our legs and cry
We pull on our faces 
And paint the walls with 
Dirt and light

Big moves in the night
Small circles 
In circles 
You are in every one

(This poem was originally recited on November 10,, 2014 at Kurhaus in Alling, Germany)