Author: David 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

Pizza Poem

the turnip is cut with a scyth
the cycle roles over with falling dust

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

Less then the first four

Screaming
over exstasy flash back
and better places
living the edge at
cut city
Dream scapes recombining
into pointless corners
uncovered

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

Dream Journal 2-11-91

Woke up and 1/2 my head was shaved – 180 pound 10 year old sat giggling on the couch amused at my bald left half – shrieking I woke up.
Laying next to lisa
Thirsty
Down stairs (manhunter in reverse)
not the righ cup
not a quenching drink
back up – and to bed
to sleep
etc.

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

7:15 Blues

I knew the time before I looked.

Reminding me that I already
have it and that if
I could convince you of
it

You’d have it, too.

I pause watching the
lonely beta fish begging for a
fight – but finding only a mirror
turns his attention on dirty
rocks – nothing to win – nothing
to loose

Zappa and Ebert are
one
really

And the clock slowly melts backward.

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

To destroy Time
Melt it – throat thrown back – eyes sut in rapture – wooden bargber poles splintering – broccoli gods unleashing cruel plagues – carneverous out brreaks – self preservation – new born children confused by All – salinity returning to the cells – Expanding but not healthy – only to return.

With Times resurgance of
gereative prowess
And forgetting alternatives –
Destroys the true Platonic

Fuck Time.
Death on his schedule
Life a gift – Shit!
Fact thats all time sees.

Unleash then the interanl
sunshine of time
Corrupting purity
Blasts of electrical
sensuality more pure
because of the salinity

The coactal reworking
of noun verb (subject
predict) Live Live Live
only nouns have
been liberated and I want
action
now.

If I was looking
for a voice
I would not use a
pen.
dig.

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

There is no deadline to Education.

With 4 billion people around
one would think we would
rush less
the volume
the vocation

All is necessary, yet
little is manditory
Paricularily today.

I want out of
the hydrogen jukebox
An explosion of the new
mentality – beyond
apathy.
A return to form
yes
Dancing feet
grazing on new found
dung – with joyous
abandon.

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

Mamory biscuspus
they all mean
the same thing
A gas lamp
illuminting lover
forgotten dove
In the flicker
flame of un-
wanted love
I still see the
amorphishm the
flame doesn’t die
Yet we all need
the same thing
the same flame
Which illuminates us
all in the same
room.

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

Coalitions

Will all fall to
the icepick
fearing that they
will unify thus
isolating a few
who I will crush
with said ice pick

Democracy is the problem
milk is an accpetion
cream usually sinks
just as freezing liquids
generally condense
consolidate

But the ice in
my glass tells me
you are wrong

you who I don’t
know must stand aside

I joined nothing and
will crush nothing save
the fear of not joining
for the icepick brings
liberation and Tyro
new it and
Pound knew it and
It shall be known

for the notes have
fallen flat – which
really means sharp

so step aside
run and hide

the picking is through
and the choosen few
know who the y are
and who they aren’t

#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

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

I shall create a fondu for
you and file my records
Fugs and Joan; Zappa and
Guthrie on disc all
Alphabetical – all purely
educational in a
rejection of the iamb
move to hexameter
funding a new direction
text published on a
stollen photo copy machine
or resold ditto
while war news tries
to refocus and categorize
Reality – busy work
Which can
unlock a freer more
dogmatic system of info
explossions – repeating off
beats allocating meaning
from a focus found
nowhere
We went and saw now
let us purchase a new blade