David Given Schwarm

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

They want my mind
to save their mining
Their possevive solipsitic
ownership – their oil –
They are going to come
for me – and you.

Figure 25 they got
you – either in the System
in jail or in the ground
all the same thing

Which means I have the
longest – mile still to run –
3 years – a mad dash
away from in family – Away
from miscellany – Toward
freedom.

All our fates are like
Lennons – There is no escape
just run your own race
run fast and pure
True to the dirt from
which you spawned

Hey! I have no problem
if rich people want to
kill themselves or their
kids.

“State funds must, therby
be employed to fund
abortions…”

Yeah that!
Aborition is ok for the
rich
There will be less of them
They wil maintain a
repulsive pretentions air
of form
They will feed their own
sick medical system
with the souls of their
young.

“…we need educaion…”

Damn Right!

I will not seek
justification in the past

Tradition therfore becomes
useless
I will accept your long
I need words to make
it see
That will and need are
the same thing.

32! The race was run
I hope everyone had
fun – I was over
way before I came
along.

Glad all those people
sought eternity
fame forever.
Now the only ones to
laugh at.

Dangling after a
long dinner
Mr J’s 5 North

I run from existance

I enjoy existance

I kill myself
with out persona
with out fear
with out desire
with out the Ten
commandments

positively

With love
With all energy
availabel
With eternity in mind.