Married, Father, United
#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989
Own every thing
yet I must remember
not to hate my enemies
they no they play a game
I must not take it seriously
remember what the airforce
term stroke really is
meant to imply I think
my pen is dead on
well it may come back
I will not
January 15 is a real
dead
line
Just like the one in
the sand
a nice family peom.
#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 think being called a
Target would be the
biggest insult the
fasciest military machine
could make against
living flesh.
When I am targetted
I want my hands
raised – my white flag
waving no other thought
but peace
Things have always been
this bad – I never
remember good news
no news really must
be good news
Yet silence surely equals
death
#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989
Shite
We Need Focus
Perpindicula polarized
lenses have been
controling us for
far to ong – write write
free the eye
Yeah thats what I
mean!
Release details – death,
poverty, etc – release
reality and create
Through cut-ups
Through maxamilism
Through honesty
Fear commitment
run from the future
towards your path
#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989
As artists we are constantly trying to over express the “common” response to natural catastrophy – here I not only speak of the droves of earthquke art flowing from San Fran but also of Budowski’s homeless revalations; howerver, I feel that an artist can use less to do more. Mailer point the way in Tough Guys Don’t Dance or Why are We in Vietnam – one must shape fiction – not by stretching the trauma of reality,, but by stretching the imagination – so that it ecompasses everyday experience and thereby allows universal enlightenment to become possible – i.e., we all must understand each other all of the time for enlightenemt to occur.
So the Sox are up two games. Ordinarily, I would not really care – but there is this kid from work who is from Chicago. He saw all the Angels series with his dad. He flew back over the weekend to watch the games. He has been going with his dad. The fact that we are two generations deep, that he is so happy (he has sinage all over his cube – “Don’t Stop Believin’” indeed!), and that his knowledge of the game is infectious really has me routing for them. There is a game tonight, but because of softball, Alex goodby dinner, and general stuff – I do not think I will get a chance to watch it tonight.
I also did not see it on Sunday because I was working on John’s computer and running around with the kids.
Saturday’s game I did see some of – I was at Shane’s Birthday party & Emmy and I watched some of it together in Jacks ruling tv 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
readjusting in bed from freud
I wonder about personal
credit balance
no nono no no.
This is
Toccata
Afree Fugue – less toccata
resignates in the
Atmosphere as I
awake
Ra glory encompasses
me immediately
I float I fail
still smiling.
#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989
This morning as group
grope blared
I feared for the
fate of the Fugs
And for myself
more then idealistic
drivel
freedom.
Teenageness allows for
unanimous consent to
revise lengthen ammend explore
and fear
I no longer do this
Instead I try to hide
from freud.
#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989
as a
The bulbus blob
approaches the podium
preaching hydrations
whilue
A young children throw
a fire
cracker in
frustration
on ram
The new freeway construction
is completed before
the 34 year old gate
repair specialist returns
from work.
#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 ask for universal
galactic approval to
Amend, Revise, lengthen
or make intelligent
Any remarks I may
make in my life
Till such a time
in which I determine
if intelligence is neccessary
you have the right
to remain silent
and amend and extend
anything you wanted
to say after the
trial is over
The electric gate. repair
man with the massive
handlebar mustache dangling
out the window of his
1970 dodge dart drives
home.
upon opening his door
he realizes everything has
been stolen.
nothing is revealed as
he slowly transforms
into a medium size
garden snail which is
stomped by his young
4 year old daughter
head gear bonds
her retainer
gleem in the deset
sun as she slowly
cleans her shoe
looking for someting to do
calling to late or not
often enough
A global reduction
#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989
Walks on stage
Who are you plays
As the red ligh
brightens
David Given Schwarm 