I Am a Sporting Event in Pyjamas by Ryan Quinn Flanagan


The air force flies by.
I am a sporting event in pyjamas.

The planes all in formation.
I yawn for failed hysterectomies everywhere.

There will be a crash, someone always crashes.
The coffee never lasts forever.

Let’s hope the chute opens up.
I am a couch for dim-witted psychiatrists.

Papers on the wall.
Faster than the speed of sound.

Many stop and salute the sky.
Funerals aren’t the only service.

I am a sporting event in pyjamas.
When you applaud, I will think back
to the coin toss.

© 2020 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 bears that rifle through his garbage. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, BlogNostics,The New York Quarterly, The Rye Whiskey Review, In Between Hangovers, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.


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