Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Even The Living Room Carpet Looking To Shag By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

The dealers try to make things real easy
and she swoops in like an endangered hawk
with a deviated septum for talons
snorting up the lines on the table
and throwing her head back as though
she has been in some car accident no one else
could see.

That is what I adore about these parties.
Everyone trying to be anything but themselves
and failing.

It is like watching a few hundred kennel dogs be put down
at the same time.

Often by their own hand.

The millennium cults of mass suicide
have nothing on your basic
Friday night.

Everyone with herpes and in arrears.
Jumping in and out of beds because it is fashionable
and enlightened and advantageous to
do so.

About Ryan Quinn Flanagan:

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, Horror Sleaze Trash, In Between Hangovers, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.

1 comment:

  1. Powerful stuff, this is my favorite...
    "The millennium cults of mass suicide
    have nothing on your basic
    Friday night."


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