Insanity in the Empty Air


On the beach there was a large machine

shifting sand back and forth. I couldn’t bear

the beauty of the sky. I didn’t deserve

the sight of the stars. I wouldn’t forgive

myself for what I had done.

 

Lament aloud, don’t ask for

any signs, don’t expect

answers.

 

I stumbled through the sand

clutching my face as a family past.

I made it to the toilet shack, but

when I was finished I couldn’t stand

the sight of my face so I let

the urine drip

from my

fingertips.

 

It was bound to happen.

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.

2 Responses to Insanity in the Empty Air

  1. pembroke5 says:

    Who else could go to the beach for a weekend and come back with a difficult poem? James Joyce? Agenbite of inwit, inwit of agenbite.

    Alexander Marshall pembroke5@aol.com

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