Can’t Help Myself

the best feeling

not being there

Quakers holding

rifles across the ice

a slave played by a white actress

how pathetic

never moved on from

prejudices in the past

hook-nose girl, our clothes

are now manufactured by slaves

not harvested,

obvious glances and

the token homosexual friend

laughter can cause murder

instead I’ll vomit blood on her pastel button-up shirt

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.

8 Responses to Can’t Help Myself

  1. Excuse me if I totally miss the point of the poem, but did I detect elements of a very bad play/movie, sweatshop labor, and cliches in movies?

  2. Pete Armetta says:

    Trippy words I like it, great flow and rhythm and readability.

  3. The juxtapositions are interesting, and very true of the world at the moment.

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