Atlantic City

Dirty seagulls glide by us

as this train enters the swamp heart

of a city built upon a collapsing island.

The city of Donald Trump

abandoned by Donald Trump

who crashed this kingdom

in order to swindle the gilded reins

of our Empire out of the fat-pocketed

politicians he controlled.

I sit in this public transport

and stare at the fake silver skyline

of empty skyscrapers masking

the natural abyss beyond,

sharing a train car

with cokehead gamblers

and undernourished workers.

All overshadowed

by fat pink men

all blotchy faced

with Trump ballots

on their minds

and DUI history

scrawled across eyes.

I sit and stare.

Sit and stare

at the swamp and the city.

Do we deserve this?

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 Atlantic City

  1. pembroke5 says:

    In the style an invective.A Roman form perfected by Cattulas.

    Alexander Marshall

  2. pembroke5 says:

    My apologies to everyone for the mispelling. It should be– In the style of Catullus.

    Alexander Marshall

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