David Schwartz

What Do I Do?

What do I do?
  
  Work myself up to a
  
  Severely intended
  
  Confusion (where I)
  
  Cannot even recognize
  
  What I have written before
  
  Cannot even recognize
  
  Reality)  and then write?
  
  To be sure, I wrote out of
  
  A manic state, but is thus
  
  So untouched by reality?

Electric Spirits

Eclectic spirits wait in the  hall
  
  An listen to the doors of gloom
  
  And instance, just instances
  
  Running into the forsaken room.
  
  
  
  Eclectic spirits are never dull
  
  And never made of light
  
  But are also never truthful;
  
  But stand in the depth of  blight
  
  
  
  Electric spirits stand alone
  
  Seeking dreams of perfection
  
  Listening to the dreary dreams
  
  Of friendly inattention
  
  
  
  Eclectic spirits do not ride the  train'
  
  And that is one reason why
  
  The lights do never really go  out
  
  Even when the truth has  died

Something to Remember

There was something I wanted to  remember
   
   But like everyone I forgot
   
   And now I have to get yelled  at
   
   For what I know not
   
   
   
   Now do not you think  that
   
   Should let you cease
   
   Opening your voice loud
   
   Anyway I  say Please

That’s Not Up To Me

I haven't got a dime
To forge my desk up high
I only have the time  
To be sorry 
At this party 
The word rhymes with die 
For you see 
That’s not up to me 

They Tested and Attempted

They tested and attempted to have bones made of steal
Their faces are iron and their nerves unreal  
Their legends are spread to corners so far 
That flat-headed people will know who the are 
Their names given over to public highways
And newspaper print has put in their face
They’re quoted and honored, respected and famed
And woman lust hotly for their body and brain
Their photos adore all the dorms of our schools
looked up to by all the wise persons and the fools
oh, here to be both tested and tried one
with riches and fame that apparently find our
but better by far than the trying and testing
is to be vied in this manner without so much messing 

Shutter On By Sweet Butterfly

Shutter on by sweet butterfly

Go fluting down your way 

Scamper all past

Sweet alas 

Dump all the way 

And go on Joe 

So go on clown

Break your neck

When I’m caroming

Sing up a song

A lovely song of sweat

Slander the old manor 

And just say what the heck 

Slander on past 

Sweet alas

Sing the news of rain

Mostly cloudy so you’re poutie

But not made from clay  

In A Blanket Of Love And Understanding

Down the boulevards of the heart 

Where breast are healed

And families are slashed apart 

And little at all yields 
 

If you stop running 

Which I don't advise 

On the restless highway

There'll be a shape surprise  
 

If you fall upon the scavenged road

And bounce on your button

Lots of important things  

Will just be right forgotten 
 

And the rearm you pretend to feel 

Flowing from your wrists or heal 

Is simply patients showing down 

The lovers standing on the ground
 

As worn blankets, not really worn 

But simply covering

Seeks for love 

Or understanding 

Memories

Memories go flagging past 

Sending out a boast 

Thinking bout the other day 

Now is just a ghost 
 

Smog stationed in the dreams  

Which every single word just means 

I seek the lips of an old love

And hear her tale of woe  
 

Standing here with you sweet dear 

Memories fly past 

But unfortunately 

They are not moving fast

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