RYAN
QUINN
FLANAGAN
Face Lift
No one could be sure why they were craning
that ugly dumb gargoyle face up onto the side of
the building,
six men on the ground to attach it to a hoist
and three more defying gravity to set it into
place,
plus the crane operator and site foreman –
the building was getting a makeover and this giant
gargoyle head
sticking its tongue out at everyone was part of
the deal,
over a dozen men in yellow hard hats lifting this
awful face
onto the side of this building down in the central
business district;
no one could tell how many tax dollars had been
wasted
this time.
Con Juan
Widows are desperate
to find love after their husbands
and here is this Con Juan
at all the early bird dinners,
the many themed
dances
offering all his attentions
more than anything else
and a sophistication straight
from the movies,
so that these old birds
grow fascinated,
opening a joint chequing account
and offering all their worldly
possessions and even their dead
husband’s pension that was supposed
to set them up for life
to this new man who promises
to touch them in a way they have not
been touched in years;
leaving town when the accounts
have been emptied,
at least three dozen alias’
and counting.
Circuit Bored
apropos –
I bet you never thought you’d see that word
in any poem of relatable merit,
but the circuit is bored, we all need a rewire now
and then,
something to shock us right out of our shoes like
an
entire new way of NOT walking, it is the laziness
being
emphasized here and never the person who is
usually just
some frumpy overweight mouth-breather with
unicorns
or old butter stains on their pyjamas and a
mortgage that keeps them
in debt so that half the cars that speed past
their building
sound like they cost too much in
the twisted sideways rain.
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, Our Poetry
Archive, Setu, Literary Yard, and The Oklahoma Review.
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