A Gazebo Where He Once Stood


hey angel lamp,

why don’t you spread

your feathers of light

over that old man

and his suicides?

leave the umbrella

and the window open

so the air won’t grow

hey, hard, grainy earth

how could it have known?

Spring is in her throes

quit lacking mirth

without cigarettes

old man absent now

the old man outside

staring at the twinkling

the light makes a pattern

a definitive v

he can’t remember

these are our tombs

open, dry and bare

cracked bones carved

magnified by ignorance

omnipotenceless

broken trees

force their freedom

I guess he doesn’t exist anymore

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About Sean William Lynch
Sean William Lynch is a poet from New Jersey who was born in 1992. Lynch's first book of poems "the city of your mind" was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. Frank Sherlock, the poet laureate of Philadelphia, called Lynch's debut poetry book "visionary." CA Conrad claimed that the book was "marvelous!" S.W. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including Milkfist, Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

3 Responses to A Gazebo Where He Once Stood

  1. Snakehair says:

    Thank you for following my blog! Coincidentally, I really like your writing, so I guess it’s a win win! :)

  2. dizzy says:

    I really like it, too. Holy 🐮.

    Thanks a bunch for being you, writing it and following my blog.

  3. such depth in your words, sending one’s thought to soar high and dug deep into the soul. i particularly like this one.

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