Oh Doctor Where Art Thou?

encourage cancer for your workers

drone buzz bleeding your ear

vomit is ready and waiting

you only need to push a button


looking up to demons

looking down at nothing

tobacco smells comfort souls

up until the end


each iconoclast borrows

from the last

the fiddler on the roof

fell off and is no more


vacancy in the brain

raining tears

your skull is covered red

you cannot take care of others


you are withering yourself

write a prescription

and pay the same as us

this whiteness lacks purity


ignore all humans

whilst spewing ruinous pleasure

anything is better

everything is

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.

6 Responses to Oh Doctor Where Art Thou?

  1. The fiddler fell off the roof? Oh no! Call the Rabbi, Yente the Matchmaker, and Tevye the Milkman. One of them might know what to do!

  2. Dizzy says:

    Ooh. Dig it. 💋

Share Your Thoughts

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

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com 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: