David Given Schwarm

#This is taken from a book of poetry that I had written. I am not sure the exact date, but I would assume sometime early 1990’s

Sir Face
The Epic of Enlightenment.

Fucking Alarm clock. Forced
to work within the confines
of Time; of course I am
predestined to die. Showers
are nice but boxed cages with
sterilized water will never
replace the grace of my
aquatic birth.

If everything I had planned worked
my mind would not be destriyed by minesa
I would be able to live as a I AM and
honosty and in harmony with the powers
that decide. I replace the covers and
shrouding my body within the myth
of who you see. Using clothing as a lever
to precide me. Thrusting with a lever,
giving nothing bu mirth.

Looking down, toward the
surface, I see what
is right, what I am (truly).