February 3-9, 2014: Ryan Quinn Flanagan and Jeremiah Walton

Ryan Quinn Flanagan and Jeremiah Walton

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Ryan Quinn Flanagan
cyanogen_rqf@hotmail.com

Bio (auto)

Ryan Quinn Flanagan presently resides in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada under 12 feet of snow. He is very excited for the spring thaw. The snow plow is not his friend.

The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Ryan Quinn Flanagan and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

I Have Always Been Inquisitive

What say you
of the tire iron on the bed,
sharp and Freudian
and greased palm
influential?
of headless Barbies
and Daylight’s Saving’s time
and spiked dinos out of
extinction?
As jumping jacks jump
storm clouds storm
letter carriers carry…
what say you of Belgian chocolate
crotch-less panties
the invention of the
steam whistle?
Leather interiors
that used to
moo?


A Little Americana

The wild man of Borneo,
drowned to death on wine
in London.

MK Ultra
was a success.

The Philadelphia Experiment
too.

………..There were some setbacks,
of course.

………..Three mile island.

The burning of the white house.

The advent of the bacon double
cheeseburger.

String theory
if you’re a cat
with a ball
of yarn…

Did you know that Marilyn
had a chin implant?

I doubt the Kennedy’s ever knew that
when they had her snuffed out.

I saw that rendition of “Happy Birthday” on youtube,
I bet Jackie saw it too.

No one likes a third wheel.

Least of all
a unicycle.


Jeremiah Walton
jeremiahwalton@nostroviatowriting.com

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Jeremiah Walton is 18 and currently backpacking across the East coast. He was raised in Bedford, NH. Jeremiah is author of Gatsby’s Abandoned Children, Smile W/ Sparks (of a shotgun shot), To Your Health!, and a handful of other poetry collections. He manages WISH Publishing, Nostrovia! Poetry, The Traveling Poet, and is an editor for Underground Books. The majority of Jeremiah’s publications are available free from his personal blog, Gatsby’s Abandoned Children.

The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Jeremiah Walton and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Love Poem 12

Kiss me under the stars
& I will not care to know which are already dead

Kiss me under a bridge
& the graffiti will melt off the walls

Kiss me as if the world tasted clean
but roll me in filth
there’s some in my lips.

Kiss me
in New York City traffic

we’ll be shooting down country highway
bodies pushed close enough to split atoms.