Werewolves in the cratered moon,
chomping at limbs
you leave hanging out
to weathervane tilt,
fresh back from signal caller space
and already scratching daddy’s
favourite records, culling the coop
of bothersome chickens, such a help
around the house, that’s what dreary
momma used to always say;
thumbs of a hitchhiker on that hunt
of the darling flies, new work for the
paint job man, snakes chasing
wedding band tails, and it’s swatters
from the censor,
someone is making a movie:
maybe a Gill-man or two
from the angry ass
of the sea.
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Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Picture Hieronymus Bosch
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.