Saturday, January 25, 2020

Man Nipples are Meant to be Ceremonial. By Ryan Quinn Flanagan


Remember when you didn’t have to go dragging 
the sparkplugs out of the car each night to get your jollies?
Man nipples are meant to be ceremonial,
like flowers at a wedding.
The moment you start sucking on the flowers,
the rest of the garden grows uncomfortable.
The veggies get stunted and the hoe can’t do shit 
for the soil.
   
I feel as though someone should have already 
had this conversation with you.

Now,
it’s on the page 
for everyone to read.

Part of the public record.
Like your allergy to nuts and my 
allergy to you.







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.

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