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.

I Dave the Poet

refuse to be censored
for a check.
Will not be screwed
for an advance
Refuste to But into All
That crap.

I will not whine – or
go hungry
My own world will be created

An Invitation will be
required for Admittance

I no longer give a
Shit

Fate Blows and yet
I come
Street-smart education
has been destroyed
by television.

Bush has destroyed
Libraries
Elders no longer
Remember

I will learn what
is already known
I will gaze inward
constantly

I have Become
Dave the Poet.

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

Desk

The desk is slanted
Toward the armpit
The back is slanted
towrad the kidneys
The seat is slanted
toward the rectum

Thbe DBS is AKR
as is Life
Then

Scholarly Bullshit must
End
Fish Swim as do men
Down stream

The Boy takes
his car
and his
weakness – lacking the
Judge and

Falls agin into America

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

gosh jimmi you sure are unique – thankx I drink to much also – and never sleep? you bet.

#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 Worry over Ego is to Have Ego

Ergo
I will write
Not for fun of
Profit
or joyous bliss of Gain

Rather for
fear
of being found
Dry
in a summer rain.

And as the Scheme
and plan seem
stated
I will change my aim

And charge Blind
And madly
into

That unknowable void of
Brokien routine
Shattered structure of
constructuralism
Fearful mixings of the
Bones of the dead
With the blood of the
New.
– 10-02-90

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

A Haiku for U.

Until I
Retire from
Url I Work

Into the
Mouths of Babes
Information must trickles.

I ago
Returns
Unlike Farmers.

R i i g h t.

We are all one,
The Zodiac Lies.
Myers-Briggs is full of shite.
Life cannot be catorgorized
it is everything
Speration is simplicifcartion
And therefore Useless.
Generalization is the Key.

Thrust everything into one
Express it all in a dot
Promise everything
And keep the promise.
– 10-01-90

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

Thoughts on Cups.

With fluid and ice
A bit of Angst

Vice lends credo to myth

Blood and wine should not
be spilled.

Lids and corks
or
Knives and forks

Are more fun left in place

“I set you clear”
My brother said that until I figured out his game, set before he got hoe from swim practice and started eating my candybars more slowly.

Where as cups always
tip at the same
rate

The lost of childhood love
is paid slowly
throught the teeth
much unlick how fluids
are rightly consumed.

Ventrally.

My hypocampus would fit in every cup I have ever seen; where as my pen would fit in very few.

Comfortably.

I will sip tea
until I must pee
then Asleep I shall be.

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

Notes towards and Atypical Affair.

Stephan and I wondered into
A store
Rhino by name, as I recall.
Past pictures of the poor
shoplifters;
“Do the wrong thing”
Written in the Dirty Hall.

Punctuation then ceased
As a young girl Appeared.
Groving to Jazz
Stephan’s Fate reared
its head;
As I realized I called
him Steve
And She would never call.
At all.

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

Using a Pen
Turns me on.

I Tune in on
The Ink.
Focusing
on the
Flow
The rapid creation
of lines – seperating
paper into
Planes,
With spaces.

Dropping the Illusion
of Seperation –
following the
cliches till
they are
Once Again
Behind
You.

A mind is a wonderful thing
To waste