Ryan Quinn Flanagan

by Horror Sleaze Trash on March 26, 2012

“The Trees Are Getting Naked”.

36pgs/cost $9.75.

You know its a killer because Ryans name proceeds it.

Get a copy here.

4 Outside, After Unpacking the Box

Labelled Bathroom

I am not familiar with my new neighbours.

I just moved here.

At the last place,

there was the cabal

of hopscotch girls

over sidewalk chalk

and the falconry expert

who stood at the end of the street

in his underwear

his raised arm extended,

waiting for his imaginary bird

to return

in

traffic.

Outside

my window now,

four men walk by –

lunch pails in

hand –

all similarly dressed.

Single file

along the sidewalk

like carpenter ants

back to the

queen.

Slapdash

Slapdash,

I always liked the sound

of that word,

like Anarchy got drunk one night

became impregnated

and had a kid

and they called it:

slapdash

because it was the only name

they could think

of.

Hannibal

and Brutus

and Mohammed

were taken,

but no one had:

slapdash,

so that’s what the birth certificate

said.

And all the girls loved it

because it was different.

And all the guys tried to make fun of it,

but it was so much better than John, Peter, Michael,

Paul, Brian…

Even the planets of the solar system

wanted to legally change their name

and spin like broken records:

slapdash slapdash slapdash.

—-

Hand Me Downs

Led Zeppelin

stole stairway to heaven

from Neil Sedaka,

did you know

that?,

he asked.

I did not know that

and said as

much.

Yeah, it’s all rehashed these days,

he continued,

nothing is new

anymore.

I looked down

at my shoes.

He seemed

right.

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