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At Home, In Hospital

January 23, 2013 5 Comments

indigestion

pale blue figures

scissor through

intestines

salivate tears

inebriate

selling out

by staying

relevance

going by

other title

now or later

stay the same

through bleached wards

self-mutilate

drink poisoned grapes

Filed under Poems Tagged with writing, poetry, weakness, fear, intestines, indigestion

About Sean Lynch
Sean Lynch's work is crudely balanced between the visceral and cerebral. Lamont B. Steptoe has described Lynch’s writing as having a precociousness that is “observant and compassionate”.

5 Responses to At Home, In Hospital

neelkanth says:

January 23, 2013 at 11:43 pm

Fine and lovely.

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- Sean W. Lynch says:
  
  January 24, 2013 at 12:02 am
  
  Thank you good sir.
  
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rami ungar the writer says:

January 23, 2013 at 11:56 pm

now you’re giving me indigestion. pale blue figures…just what everyone needs, a couple of ghosts running through our bellies!

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- Sean W. Lynch says:
  
  January 24, 2013 at 12:05 am
  
  By pale blue figures I meant nurses and doctors, but I really like what you went with, having a spectre torture your stomach, that’s pretty crazy.
  
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  - rami ungar the writer says:
    
    January 24, 2013 at 9:07 am
    
    and they often come in the form of blue orbs, so that’s what i thought you meant.