Pink Moon Carries

forgotten, wasted years

when I was in ruins

before I claimed

to stand so tall


I lie there

letting smoke choke

perhaps I’m wiser now

but back then it was all heartfelt


the nativity scene

distracting old dreams

twirling broth

bowl and spoon reunite


I owe the pizza shop fifty cents

can’t keep my word

never could

since all of it is spent


bitten frost

subconscious droplets

pretending not to know

what it all meant


broken throat

and sore hands

city litter

formless sand

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 Pink Moon Carries

  1. I liked that fourth verse, and the use of promises as currency. It’s really good writing.

  2. Hi! john from the Book of Pain poetry blog ( here. I noticed that you recently started following the blog and I wanted to drop by and say thank you. Thank you!

    I like your site. You have a unique voice. Keep up the writing, please!


  3. jackie says:

    A very intense piece of writing, and yes, who hasn’t owed that 50 cents at some point? Thank heaven for the generosity of Italians… :) thanks for the follow.

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