Poems from Lauren Schwartz
where is it
it that glows Brighter, to the one with F scars
under Seven screams to the face
Red. it is knees weak, creatures left to...
it would always have been that Porch
crewed under in it only Wicker below
-- is Spread to universal Nos
hears Have. Must. me. No. Sorry...
she arrived
just imagine it as i say
no time to picture away—time—place—perfect.
whereupon she came, i need, i wish, i was given....
here is the little head
where madness decends
broken wings, shattered dreams
she ly turmoil beaten singing “set me free, just set me...
if there lies no more Inking—
let there be exclusive support (should there be any)
that designated for society’s shadow
here’s to a...