You got the stuff?
he asked.
And since I didn’t have the stuff
he turned away quickly
and walked off.
Looking back once
with a confused look
before he rounded the corner
and was gone.
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.
C'mon, Ryan, everyone knows you have the right stuff.
ReplyDeleteI think you had the stuff....you just wanna keep that stuff to party..later.
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