Underneath the Urban Sprawl


Even if I did have money

I wouldn’t give it to you

 

How many junkies

Do I pass each day?

 

Less creative,

All the same

 

I give coins and cigarettes

To old black men

 

Thinking out loud:

Fuck trashy white kids

About Sean William Lynch
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.

8 Responses to Underneath the Urban Sprawl

  1. Now this one I get. I see it every time I cross High Street.

    • Ohio right? What city?

    • Haha! Kudos to him, I don’t see anything wrong with that, nor with being a drunk, if you’re not an ass. I’m talking about young fuckers that have experienced no adversity, left their mommy and daddy’s home in suburbia and started begging in the streets of Philly for dope. Once you’ve been to Philadelphia you’ll see what I mean, there is a stark contrast between decent homeless people who’ve experienced much, and dirty asshole kids that are just trying to get their hard fix. They are annoying as hell, I’m friendly with the respectable, usually older types though.

      • Dizzy says:

        Hey. Regardless of age I’ve never met anyone begging in the streets who wasn’t broken in some manner? Walk a mile in a man’s moccasins and you’ll see by which path he has arrived, otherwise… I can’t make any judgements. All I know is they warm to my affection.

        I’ve met a lot of messed up suburban kids, though. Kids handed everything by guilty, neglectful parents blinded by avarice. The kids don’t know up from down and I just can’t blame them for being total pieces of work. If your child is on the streets whose fault is that?

        Admittedly, there are bad apples but…? (Ugh. My best and worst trait rolled into one: I can see the good in anyone. Anyone?) … just because I see the good doesn’t mean there isn’t bad. I do know that. I still have to try. Better to have ❤ed and lost… Because, hey, you never know what dark and beautiful creature you may have discovered and how ❤ may transform them… or you? 😊

        Gritty poem. Thought provoking comments.

        Best Witches!💀💋

      • i’ll keep that in mind if I’m ever in Philly. And don’t applaud the guy, he stole alcohol and was an ass about it too! i mean, i was kind enough to almost buy him a meal! look what it got me.

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