Poetry and Art by Lucy Schwartz

random girls don't waste time

it always floods

 

after four fingers

 

in the alley

 

where the dumpsters

are not chained down

 

she collides with the booth

 

across from me

 

over flowing

 

with toxic

 

disruption

 

she says nothing

pouring cheetos down her tilted face

sarah

after uncommon pleasantries

she dives next to me

landing

with an arm

across my shoulder

a hand

heavy on my thigh

thin part...

This distant hate

it does not seethe
it settles
in catoptric thought
and is redirected
into strength
it is then carried
on the brilliant wings
of the wisest of crows
and cast into
winds for us all
to one day inhale

there are caustic forcest

trying to pull us apart
if we succumb
to this energy
we may sink
into a vastness
that shall separate
us from our intrinsic creation

 

you have enriched my spirit

mysterious angel
remain pure
and let not my charms
vamp your being
my body recoils
with your blessings
we descend
from the same place unknown
and we shall remain again
in this place
when all is ceased

A delightful punch

of juiced ham
thickened with
low fat cherry yogurt
left in the August heat
to ripen
bathe in this cocktail
men from the swine
let your August heated
sweats porken the punch
potent and poisonous
ingest your messes
and bellies will bulge
skull tops will balden
skin will become rosy
from irritation
swinemen rejoice
you are now complete
soddened in your slop
bring forth your stenches
to share with the meek
they shall bow with cowardice
to your vile offerings

Blue eyes as sound

As the frozen Allegheny
Patient disruption
Moving only under
The surface
Cautious by guilt
Anxious with passion
Scented of rusted iron
Dusted by the clouds
Of metal from
The city connected
By bridges
The city where
The rivers meet

I question thy father

He led my hand
Into the negative void
Vicious terrain lies ahead.

locks of youth

create ropes of strength
bound by strands
of memory
strong enough to
hang the hate
that can be
expelled by experience

youthful maestro

create for us a feast
one we can mull
within our teeth
may it grace our tongues
and fill our throats
and bloat our bellies
for which it coats
and when it leaves us
we will think of you
and come back for more
as we often do

My brain was washed and returned to me in a state of confusion.

It took some time to realize that the vacancy meant that my brain was cleansed and ready to be filled with more interesting thoughts of beauty and peace. The love harbored within me is graciously extended to those of you who assisted me in achieving this state of mind.

wanting not to cleanse

the mysteries that
have

soaked into my skins
the distant oils traversed
the hairs that have
germinated ferociously
from my skull top
smokey vanilla
and summery citrus peels
of a peachy hue
haunt the permeation
that my skins have
developed to exude