I Can See Pink And White Mice (for Dylan Thomas)
The milkman’s habit of leaving his bottles behind was worrisome, reminded some of Starkweather; the weather’s stark, the distrait wind. All manner of throttled spectres splintering off to catch the light. And the visions of the magi had all become household names: bruised apple, poster wall, salt shaker…I can see pink and white mice sure as creeping mountains, blubberous fantasia of silty sea bed’s quilt, careening gulls in apocryphal death-mount: show me the tension that builds in each sinew, dance the structure of things away from gleeful horns, so that the words come upon you like a stranger in dark alleys: it is how things go together, sliding, reeling, unconstrained as a busy wood shop. Warring crabs in twisted pincer, the general’s best men sent to the front to dig through the dirt of slugs. Turning the soil into a belly of nervousness, of rolling thunder.
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, Borderless Journal, GloMag, Red Fez, and Lothlorien Poetry Journal.
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