Saturday, April 6, 2019

$5 Cum Dumpster by Ryan Quinn Flanagan


Standing out by the back entrance to this bar
in the Soo
he checked his phone
until anyone tried to walk past:
pussy.

If anyone turned back,
he threw his arms out and yelled:
what?

Those with girls got it worse:
$5 cum dumpster.

But no one would take the Pepsi Challenge.

So that he went to a nearby public bathroom
along the esplanade
and pulled up all the toilets.

Punching out the mirrors
for their glass,

and then


some.






 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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