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Show Poem: September 5, 2017 Lansing, MI @ The Fledge #poetry 

Talk of death over muffins
Overcoming the unfortunate
Political associations of
Taco bowls at Macho Mas

Not waiting for inspiration
I will inspire. Then I wait…

Standing here at life’s grand ledge
Pineapple dreams
Luxury in flux
Every imperfection is a diamond
Waiting to be cut out

Is it too early to touch you
My favorite is the no hands style
Where I sleep another hour
And you stop waking me up
With your breathing.

The writing is on the wall
Until it’s painted over
And someone writea on top of that
And then someone hangs a
Pairing over the writing

Staring at the chair
Sitting on a work of art

A TV in every pot
No one cares about tv any more
People care about the dance
The dance in everything
Everything is about the dance
There is a dance in every little thing

Show Poem: September 4, 2017 Michigan City, IN @ Quality Beet #poetry 

For a few days I forgot I was trying
And it was beautiful. I think
I didn’t know

Sometimes you say things
No one understands
Even you. Especially you

I love you for that
And now you are dead
And I love you equally
You taught me some rewards
Come from a great deal of thinking
And some do not
But there is a third. Something later
That love is endless
When viewed from a moving car
Like all this Iowa corn
And for that I love you
Dead or alive John Ashbury

The electric cocktail dresses
That hold it all together
Indulging revisionist compulsions
Working the freedom weights
What to do with the other 23 hours

Show Poem: September 1, 2017 Omaha, NE @ BFF Fest: Barley Street Tavern #poetry 

I awake covered in dead lines
Ghostly tatoos of a previous life

Compartments inside of compartments
A spirit animal with no idea
She is being left left behind

A temporary celebration of new glasses
Beware of low ceilings
And pre show injuries
Light rain that smears your windshield
Pizza and wings
Artisan ice
The champagne of bottled beer

Air conditioned nightmare
No discounts for artists

Side by side
The worst and the best
Cross the street
Come inside
This space will confuse you
This space will make you work
For your food
There are no free loaders here
No false idols

Just a space
To drown in if you choose
Or to develop

29 Summers left
Who knows
September is in the air tonight
She likes to change things up
Look at her past
Look in her eyes
This is where it all begins
Yesterday
Tomorrow
Right here
Her eyes are where it starts
And will start again