Author: David Schwarm

#This is taken from a book of poetry that I had written. I am not sure the exact date, but I would assume sometime early 1990’s
Ain’t it funny how you
fell -when you’re finding out
its ral – god I love you
I love you more
Don’t move just be near
me more.

I haven’t known whats been
going on since I pierced
my ear – confusion so loud
I could barely hear –
Now I see establishment
wearing gold like a status
no longer mad at us –
my hate has turned to
hollow.

Communicationg gas meters
adn talking lawn chairs.

#This is taken from a book of poetry that I had written. I am not sure the exact date, but I would assume sometime early 1990’s

The Quest

Sir Face slowly reached
for the chest. hidden
in Allusiions, the quest
had been hard – and he
whad not had lunch in a
long time. The key entereed
the lock too quickly. A
sense of paranoia struck
him; not only his own
fears but the fears seeming
to pour out of the chest.
As he reached behind
the box to check for
hidden passages (he realized
that he checked
the same areas that he personally
hid his own goods) his
hand was captured in a
small cage – but he felt
no fear. We had gone
beyond that – the chest
was his and he felt
only love – and a strange
sense of longing.
The locks cliquied open.
He ws in – and he (was)
was happy, but Sir Face
found the box empty.
He reached into his own
sack. The coins were
cold – heartless and with
out menaing. With dream
like grace he deposited
the gems into the
chest only to see them
fall threw the bottom
into a strange, secret
passage – A portal he
always knew had existed
but neve knkew exactly
where to find. Hate
was the last thing
he was thinking of –
he only wanted to make
it threw the nite. And
he knew he would.
He knew he wood
he knew it would
resurface.

#This is taken from a book of poetry that I had written. I am not sure the exact date, but I would assume sometime early 1990’s

Sir Face
The Epic of Enlightenment.

Fucking Alarm clock. Forced
to work within the confines
of Time; of course I am
predestined to die. Showers
are nice but boxed cages with
sterilized water will never
replace the grace of my
aquatic birth.

If everything I had planned worked
my mind would not be destriyed by minesa
I would be able to live as a I AM and
honosty and in harmony with the powers
that decide. I replace the covers and
shrouding my body within the myth
of who you see. Using clothing as a lever
to precide me. Thrusting with a lever,
giving nothing bu mirth.

Looking down, toward the
surface, I see what
is right, what I am (truly).

#This is taken from a book of poetry that I had written. I am not sure the exact date, but I would assume sometime early 1990’s

Let’s talk the shifting narrator screams.

Everything is Everything
R. Crumb said that
I say
right is right
no matter what anyone else
MIGHT
think.

Things were really starting to
happen – he was cranked up and
geranding like a ravenous dog.
“let the dead bury the dead” –
as the dying were burying the
dying – was all he was heard to
scream as his brains started
to slowly spill out of his head.

Stupid ether freak blew his
abdomn out wile fleeing the
wasington nightmare –
a suicidal maniac failure
then tried by calling smothe and
wesson a liar.

“You give up stuff to get
stuff” Rosane – the 80’s
version of ‘Everything is
everything” – the comunist
financial twist currupts
the ideal and brings the
celebrity below the
guru.

“…If you should have
trouble with an adult
or teenager…” LAPD officer
on child saftey – my generation –
the generation of Teenagers
has been abandoned to the
streets and our little brothers
have been brainwashed.

If you have maximum
surface area you will
never sink.

#This is taken from a book of poetry that I had written. I am not sure the exact date,
#but I would assume sometime early 1990’s. The journal has a picture of a sitting
#Gnome on the bottom of each page.

Animals suffering from the
effects of diferistation must
change their diet – and
become extinct from eathing
poisonous fruit.

When I was young I always
thought that I would grow
up and suddenly become
someone that I knew, idolized
It always gives me a
wierd feeling to realize that
I have not and yet I
am not dissatisfied.

The USS Valdez docked
in San Diego on the same
day Pluto won the dog
of the year Award.
Pluto god of Death and
basic unhappyness and in
a country where Nero
could be king that is
a fairly large state of being
When micky punches dis for free.

There is an urgent need for
a new camera angle in
stock car film, the 1/4 mile
is perfect.

Sometimes one needs more than
humour to get by, but
no one ever said laughing
was easy – it takes hard
work – not the 9-5 kind
but the Greek kind. The
kind with ethical integrity
that allows one to laugh
when his thumbs are
being crushed into his
palms

Avoid things that are “good
for you because they build
character” the smae way that
the Jews avoided the
plague. By nailing smelly
shit onto your front door.