For a Very Tall Gentleman who does Not Fit in Elevators
ever wondered what the rodeo would look like
if horses rode people through the streets
really whooping it up?
it is nice to think of the master race as a thing of the past
the same way cable cars are only dragged out for nostalgia
children thrown into schoolyards of hate like tiny grass shoots
into the path of summer lawn mowers
the blade is the same to us all
why so many shave with such care before putting
a loaded gun in their mouth
and I know this very tall gentleman who does not fit in elevators
he works in a drugstore downtown, drinking up all the cough syrup on break
and it is good to pass the time, what else can be done with it?
meals planned like executions, the necessity of sleep
turned to dreams;
a phonebook on the floor
with many numbers
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, Rusty Truck, Live Nude Poems, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.
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