Pissing. by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

a

hot

yellow

happy

face

into

the

snow

bank

outside

after

midnight

you

must

know

that

the

circle

part

is

the

hardest

and

there

is

always

a

little

spillage

and

that

there

are

no

Rembrandts

at

twenty

below

plus

wind

chill.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a male gigolo for hire.  Presently residing along the sunny shores of Guantanamo Bay, Cuba where he spends his days drinking discount Tequila and accusing chemtrails of being "sky farts."  His work can be found both in print and online in such joints as: The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, and Under The Bleachers.