
Do not tell me of oafish bridegrooms
or how the penniless have daggers for eyes.
Do not sate me with breaker wall song,
do not harbour those feelings we talked about
while the rain was laughing sideways.
Any man who asks you about the meaning of life
is already infatuated with his own death.
He has imagined it a thousand times.
Nothing can be done for this man.
His hell, is his and his alone.
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Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Picture Nick Victor
Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author who lives in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage. His work has been published both in print and online in such places as: The New York Quarterly, Red Fez, Evergreen Review, International Times, Himalaya Diary, Huffington Post, Blue Collar Review, GloMag, and The Oklahoma Review. He enjoys listening to the blues and cruising down the TransCanada in his big blacked out truck.
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