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Show Poem: September 03, 2016 KC, MO @ The Brick #poetry 

photo by Rachel Sky

There’s something going on
Inspired by deception

The self importance
Rings throughout the coffee shop
Like a lonely poet with a notebook

We’ve come so far

The pride of the VIP
Hawaiian shirts
Blind beagles
Iced lattes
Muffin with a fork

No living thing is a sticky bun

A punching bag is not a release
It’s a thick leather bag
Full of sand
That people punch

Until women and men cease to exist
The plastic in the ocean will continue

Until we each find our own name
And learn to masturbate to cartoons

Cuddle pups are not trucks
Stuffed kittens and monkey paws

All is made beautiful in your face
Like Rock and roll
I stop questioning
I step back
I notice a whole world
For me to listen to
And come alive

Show Poem: KC, MO East Wing 4/29/16 

Tit to the gut
Making love
On a squeaky mattress 

Eggs from a rubber chicken
Protection from the process 

Shitty day after two good days 

There are many things to step in
Many pitfalls when crossing the road 

Laundry is easy, people are hard 

There are cracks and judgement
Differing opinions
Various styles and hair cuts
Often different than your own 

Even the basement is not safe

Crack research teams
Shitting where they eat 

Eaves dropping on their friends
Jotting down notes about
Watering holes and mating habit 

And we trust them all because they
Listen to us
They talk to our pets
Nod at our confessions
About where we store our gold
And how we stack the deck
Against ourselves
So the next morning
We awake the king and queen
Of the losers
And the lonesome
And the living
Of life
filled by failure

Replay Lounge / Lawrence, KS / March 4, 2016 #poetry

photo by Fally Afani @ I Heart Local Music

Enormous green phosphorescent cock
Penetrating the night sky

Anxious young mutt
Plowing the yellow grasses
For petrified poos

I hear you knocking.

You can come
But please remove your shoes

Holders of the brass keys
Public forgers
Of the four way test

I am speechless for you
But this is not to say
I have nothing to say

Say say say
What you want
But don’t play games with my affection

Slaves to the engineer
Saved by the engineer

No more blowing out
Of the the candles
No more wishing
No more washing
No Wishy washy
Pish posh slish slosh

The make up on your face is fine
Your ears are fine
Your hands are fine

Like a bird on your shoulder
You wear that shit around
How ever you like

The herd
Witness protection
Chisel your reaction
Fan your friends

It’s a choice
Choose to share it
With the ones that ask
And no worries about
The ones that don’t ask