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



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



It was bound to happen.

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.

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

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