Blood on the Mare

are my nerves cracking apart?

you claim the stars are burning

make me muse

well they aren’t…

my point is moot

organic polymers

elastic ethereal

all bottled up

hydrocarbons, resins, alcohols

eating my facial expression

inside and out

blue-gray alloy

why can’t it be warm?

I’d curse your scorching surface

superficial touch

it isn’t much

I hummed to the thought

of your pasteboard mask

About Sean William Lynch
Sean Lynch is a writer and editor who lives in South Philly. Lynch's first book of poems, the city of your mind, was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. His second chapbook, Broad Street Line, focusing on politics and public transportation, was published by Moonstone Press in 2016. 100 Haiku is his latest release, also published by Moonstone Press in 2018. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including (parenthetical), Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

3 Responses to Blood on the Mare

Share Your Thoughts

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: