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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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We sit upon the broken eggs… Friday, March 14, 2015 #Schwervonpoetry 

Posted on March 15, 2015 by | 1 comment
IMG_5109Morning sun deliver me
From the tar pits
Fuel the day with
Woolly Mammoth tusk.
The picked over bones of writing.

Skin crumbs that chip and peal
from all the faces
That I love and dream

A day before the fire
Evading the battles
Over log cabins and hard cider
Birkenstock face lifts
Spray painted Cadillacs.
Mr. Potato head eye shadow

We learn to dance with
The broken bodies

We study the chickens in the yard
We learn from their moves
We sit upon the broken eggs
The imperfect yolks.

Broken free
We shine with glitter
Dripping from the corners
of our mouths

We smile rainbows
With each potato we peel
Each root we pull from the earth
Our dirt clod legs
Dangling in the sunlight
Pounding on the water trough.

Of this earth but no longer in it
Time to skip and dance
Time to feed others
With our passion packets of
Life force.
Feast on us.
Be filled to move.

(This poem was recited for the first time on Friday, March 13, 2015 at Vacant Farm in KC, KS)

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