Mad Swirl Open Mic : 12.02.15

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 12.02.15
Join Mad Swirl & Swirve the 1st Wednesday of December (aka 12.02.15) as we kick things off at our NEW Open Mic home, The Underpass Bar! (located at 650 Exposition Ave in Dallas)... Come on out, one & all. Get a brainful of Swirve, share in the Mad Swirl'n Festivities, if the spirit is movin'[read more]

Mad Swirl Merch!

Mad Swirl Merch!
If you're MAD and you know it, why not wear it loudly and proudly? This merch will be available for purchase until November 29th. They come in all sizes for men and woman and a variety of colors. Come get you some! (We here at Mad Swirl have been tossing around the idea of selling all[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.21.15

The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.21.15
“Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.” ~ Rene Magritte ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Tatum” (above) by featured artist David J. Thompson. With this one we close out David's second romp in our Gallery (with more Mad visuals to come from him as we Swirl on[read more]

charlie watts

she had me
sweating bullets
she had me
not wanting to hear her voice
i swear to christ
she was trying to drown me
in her petty jealousies
but she was right about everything
i was out there looking
for her replacement
day after day
night after night
but i found no takers
other than the hip line
of a tanned stripper’s g-string
our dinner money
our movie money
going against that sweet flesh curve
she had me
on the line for a week
without calling
going mad
getting mad
drunk joyous at the thought that we were over
every time the phone rang
jumping at my own shadows
she had me
on the other line
giggling and laughing like a schoolgirl
like nothing happened
the way we’d left it
and all she wanted to know
was the name of the rolling stones drummer
for her mother’s
fucking crossword puzzle.

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