High Roller Room by Ryan Quinn Flanagan


They catch up with the good general
in Las Vegas.

Approach the high roller room
at the Palms
and ask him why he had all his political
opponents boiled in vats of acid.

With the cameras rolling.
Off strip.
A single warning to shut down
before the muscle moves in.

You don’t see anything after that
and that is the point.

The company you keep
ends up keeping

All the footage seized
and the cameras destroyed.

Everything comped
for a friend of a friend
of a friend…

All the money offshore
like nobody’s starfish.

More lawyers than saints,
but who’s counting?

You won’t find me much a fan
of either.

Walking across a simple wood floor
that creaks underfoot with the naked expectation
of further walking.



© 2019 Ryan Quinn Flanagan


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Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many mounds of snow. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, BlogNostics, The Rye Whiskey Review, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.


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