October 7, 2012 5 Comments
I cannot get the taste
of some imaginary poison
out of my mouth
my head will implode,
that much is for sure
sperm in flames
eggs encased in concrete
this story will remain untold
for each letter betrays one another
there is no worth in poetry
anymore:
my life is merely
another poorly-made reconstruction
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.
For some reason the sperm and eggs parts and everything afterwards makes me think of all the problems associated with cloning. But being me, I probably got that wrong too, right?
Hey, if that’s how you’d like to see it, there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s up for interpretation.
cool.
“I cannot get the taste of some imaginary poison out of my mouth” – Fantastic. I have felt this way before and not known it. Still can’t define exactly what the feeling is, but you describe it perfectly.
Even with this description it still does not paint a full picture of the feeling. It comforts me that you can relate.