Idiosyncrasy as an Ebbing Trait

She sits in a room filled with trash

With plastic leaves beneath her feet


Loyalty has been void in our country

Our parents taught us better


His thoughts wander like Jimmy Carter’s

He is ashamed at what he has not done


We drank, then turned our sunflowers black and blue

And now we drink no more


If only she could live with what has been done

Her pride is Luna in her cycles


We are arbitrarily waxing stained steel

Then waning as if she had been swallowed whole


He is not good with words, but they are for her

Please do not forgive us

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.

7 Responses to Idiosyncrasy as an Ebbing Trait

  1. Dizzy says:

    No. “Please do not forgive us.”

    Busy day. Involved lotsa laughing. Who knew? Here’s one of them for you*…

    I ❤❤❤❤❤ this poem. You know how I dig the sad.

    Hope you had a great day!💋

    * This is an all-time all Time and Space fave! I ❤ The Worthless Peons! And how! I want to be in this band, man! Or, at the very, very least, be their groupie! 😋 lol

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