The Pharisees have taken my one good eye
printed it onto monies of a foreign entity
atop tiny pocket pyramids of green Egypt
coiled asps shedding skin in fledging alcoves
sprawling ivy dropped theatre curtain heavy
over the conclusion
sculpted limestone architects with the hands
of their fathers, their mousy well-bred women
plied with flowers and sweets
drunk on the moon dream
trying to reconcile haughtiness and the hiccup
less than three blocks from city hall
a guardrail down by the water so good posture
can always have a thing for the human spine.
Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his other half and mounds of snow. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Word Riot, In Between Hangovers, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.