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.

The Best Words I Could Write

Have not yet been written
but they will be soon,
However, before I begin –
A short story about my
Aesthetics I was born
an unusual cog in the
anarcist system

But enough fun –
yeah write lets get
in on and with it
ext.

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

If one is better then
another due to a
particular set of exp.
a certain circumstantial
existance – then the
differecne is screwed.

Brains can only deconstruct
themselves.

Brian claims to be 5’10”
I can’t really tell – his
acceleration is irrelavant
because his density is so
well distributed – unlike
his language which dances
the ghetto internationally
while remaing firmly in
the black section – Ricky
Schroeder may not be a
nice analogy – but it is
fair.

The folds in a paper
bag.
The definition of which
astounds creation
senstations.

#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 wanted to give his
new album a plug”
replies supra bri
but, again, no one
was tuned to that
particular frequency.

The two truck is the
perfect metaphor for
Charon – and hopefully
none of us will have
to enter hell with
somone worse then
mell.

One and us collapse
they and them recede
like Henry and June need
to be removed – Speak
in Exp cries the Super
Fuckin Ego hear the
Bell – a plurality of
which yield only
noise.
– 10-11-90

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

Bad Lit with Big Print

“Jump over the Bush”
the metaphore of the
’90’s
event withouth hypens, Emilie

Non objective, self referential
poetry demands time
and absolute honesty
the space has already
been provided

alcohol will not help
angry whinning has
been as effective as
it can be

I never met a
good shot, I didnot
or wouldnot have
hated in High School

Without guns or a voice
I will proceed
Disarmed of literary traditions
Into the arms of Bes

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

Dave the poet is
sick of dressing
not blue cheese or
ranch
father, rather Emerson
the man above
immortality – the trap
intrinsic in Amarican
scholar
Fear it
like form
and Run
Not with x and y
event or name drop
But within for
fame thru
fornication in
Days of Old was
A drag
And womens clothing on
men simply reinstates
the stupidity of
reality
reduce
or more directly
watch, write, remember
the reporduction of mental ice cubes
not entropping, continaing
igloos
or
subtle psychological sublime
ice bergs

Be the avalance or
the titanic dave
be you and stop
talking to me, yourself
– 10-11-90