By Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Purple Deadnettle, at the Foot of a Failing Rockface I turn that corner, towards the galloping glue factory homestretch, stumble upon this wild patch of purple deadnettle, at the foot of a failing rockface, run calloused sweat fingers down the side of fresh barber craft, hair off the neck like the oily gallivanting gallows given a stay in the bottom of the slimy eleventh and the UV warnings are out in numbers like idiot storm troopers so that agoraphobia is the new 30 – the bugs don't bite any more than the relentless taxman and everything leaves its mark if we are honest, which of course we are not, so that the lie is fed and grows large as some less than panicked Godzilla-stomped city taken right out of the movies and given some sorry phonebook name that anyone could call by mistake, so that fear is the crutch of the dreaming bed head Man brought to wake.
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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