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Show Poem: Stop Day: May 8, 2014 @ The Replay Lounge (Lawrence, KS)

Stop Day

So this is the end.
It’s over.
I really can’t believe it.
It really is through.
Remember when we were just starting
And knew just what to do?
We didn’t have to think.
We just got in line and did the next thing.
Said the next words.
The words you are supposed to say right after you decide to start talking.
It was so easy then.
It all made sense.
At least at the beginning.
But now it’s over.
I guess it’s time to have a beer.
That’s what you do when it’s over right?
Have a seat.  (?)
Relax. (?)
Watch some TV. (?)
Take some time off.  (?)
Until it’s time to start again.
Unless we’re gonna start something by drinking beer and relaxing?
We could do that couldn’t we?
Is it actually possible to start something by stopping?
You know what?
I think it is.
Let’s stop starting and start stopping.
Let’s try.
And wherever this goes.
There’s gonna be love there right?
Don’t forget the love.
There must be love

Show Poem: 3-8-14 @ Listing Loon (Cincinnati, OH w/ Wussy Duo)

I woke up this morning and briefly forgot where I was.
Depending on one’s state of mind it can be a little alarming or kind of liberating experience.
I heard somewhere that it takes the average person 3 days of sleeping in the same place to fully maximize the rest potential for one night of sleep.
It’s a good thing I’m  not an average person.
Today I woke up on a cold couch in front of a modern Japanese tapestry covered in portraits of shy looking kittens some of which appeared to be beating themselves in the head with tiny hammers.
I imagined them sounding something like this:
Meow, Ow!
Meow, Ow!
Meow, Ow!
I was considering how these cats could be an apt metaphor for my life as a musician.
Tonight, I saw a woman in a restaurant who looked much older than her voice.
She had gray hair and glasses but when I heard her speak she said, “I’d like totally be into that. Yeah, super cool.”
It was weird at first but then after a while I thought it was kinda cool.
I hope I’m like that when I get old.

Show Poem: 1/30/14 @ The recordBar (KC, MO)

UntitledFeeding frenzy feeding frenzy eat, eat, eat.
Feeding frenzy feeding frenzy beat your meat.
More coffee, more bacon, more cinnamon rolls.
More chocolate chip cookie dough to fill up these holes.
Shower me with Mountain Dew.
Bathe me in a donut stew.
Purify my sad old soul with another buttered dinner roll.
Eat me home tonight.
Wipe out thoughts with a whipped cream Swiffer.
Kill the hunger with engineered precision.
A diamond filled chocolate chip bullet.