Ryan Quinn Flanagan

by Horror Sleaze Trash on February 13, 2013

Ryan

Just Answer It

 

I hate when she orders things

to my address.

 

I do not like people

and these people come

to the door

ringing, knocking,

banging outright

with many a

choice

word.

 

I see them

from behind the

coffee table.

They look mean of spirit

with vicious

intent.

 

Just answer it,

she says,

it’s my new camera

or my vampire harlequins

from Amazon

or that vintage quilt

I ordered from

eBay.

 

I do not understand why

she does not have these things

sent to her place.

 

I have told her

many times.

 

Perhaps one day

I=ll order a couple of mail-order brides

from Eastern Europe

and have them sent to her place

 

instead of

mine.

Conversation with a Lady

 

U’r anatomically irresponsible!

 

That doesn’t make sense.

 

Giraffe sphincter!

 

I told you not to take all those pills.

 

Ham hocks!

Ham hocks!

HAM

H

O

C

K

S

!

Philosophers Are Just Pizza Boys

That Dont Deliver

 

Negativity won=t pull you through,

he said,

you have to trust something

or someone

sometime.

 

I asked him if he was pinching

from Bergson

or Aristotle

this time?

He looked

bewildered.

 

Like a gang rape victim

after one too many

visitations.

 

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