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Sample Poems from Ghosting My Way into the Afterlife

Coffee Bean

Coffee bean on the floor
split down the middle like surgical
ward incisions,
who put you all the way down there, friend,
as if starting a long climb from 
the foot of a volcano?
You should feel lucky in many ways 
to have escaped the grind,
your humming dark roast brethren 
were not so lucky.
Now, the house smells kind as candy.
Stained lip of a personalised mug.
Coffee bean on the floor
I will pull up my socks, 
kick you under the fridge
so we can both go into hiding.

(first appeared in BlogNostics)

Marcel Duchamp’s Snow Shovel

Last time I checked 
they didn’t get a lot of snow in Israel,
but they have Marcel Duchamp’s
snow shovel there
with an inscription that reads:
Prelude to a Broken Arm, 1915.
I think ole Marcel would have 
quite a good laugh
if he knew his snow shovel
was stored in the Holy Land.
Seems like the kind of thing
you may want to store up
in these more arctic of 
temperaments.
I have two snow shovels 
and the Holy Land isn’t
asking for either.

(first appeared in Poetic Musings)

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Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author who lives in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage. His work has been published both in print and online in such places as: The New York Quarterly, Rusty Truck, Evergreen Review, Red Fez, Horror Sleaze Trash and The Blue Collar Review. He enjoys listening to the blues and cruising down the TransCanada in his big blacked out truck.