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

Spinal damage my
eye
get who needs
estasy
when there are
legal
pharmacy’s!

The liberation of
consciousness from
Brain damaged hypocondriact
homophobics will
aid our struggle

Though they have
stolen our language
patriot
peace keeper
aids

We must recreate
look back
do
nothing

Fear nothing least of all
salt
the saline of purity

Rediscover old Rules!
and share them
with hom we at
are warring for the
time is near

We have the resources
the historic traditions
the chemical motivation
the genetic obligation

make it new
so it sticks like

for I am no longer
rubber the fences have
fallena nd rather then
pulling them back up
I will return to the
forest with Bic
medium pts. Anti-
fork folk music
and my drum
liberated from a
mass protest against
the war – stollen
from chants of
Hang King George

Thump Thump Thump

Away from Ganters waltz
the anarchy of honest
anti-hate hostility and
to the woods – where
we have always run

out running the tractors
standing on hills
scan.

the sun of man.

ok ok

varrrruuuummmm

the vacuum is off
months of dirt
distroyed in
visits
fits
faires of

vacumming spleandor
on and on it speeds
sucking away the
corrosion of the
past

Clank clank clank
the bronze
of a penny
discarded an Age
ago is swept up
sucked into the
savage teeth
beaten reshaped

spit out
and reabsorbed the
beating reforging never
stops

varrruuummm
again we are off
the bronze coin
finally devaoured
swallowed up as
more newer fresher
dirt is attacked

A new room
new problems

Wire – brass wrapped
in blasters are engaged
lifted over the
vaccuum

dropped behind
underpassed

with out fear for their application are
obvious

around the chair

out the door
clean

finished
ok ok