A movie house full of eyes.
I scratch my head without the aid of demonic possession.
Watch a single white hair cascade down into
waiting carpet.
Someone is pimping out the Magna Carta
at 10 bucks a pop.
The crucifixion was just punitive acupuncture.
Alternative medicine at its best.
Never beat an illness, that is abuse!
The idiot brigades are sticklers for this stuff.
Carpooling their way out of sanity.
I love this beer in my hand.
We are to be married in the Fall.
When the trees get naked
and the children dress up so
they look less ugly.
Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly,The Rye Whiskey Review, Outlaw Poetry Network, Under The Bleachers, The Dope Fiend Daily and In Between Hangovers.
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