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ryan quinn flanagan | viva la revoluciόn!

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Viva la Revoluciόn!

He is always writing me about the revolution
that is coming.

A great realization and reckoning.

All I see are people buying grapes
and driving badly.

The toilet still needs a plunger
the shower curtain is torn
and mouldy.

The churches fill
as the wallets empty.

The prayer bank is full
when the piggy bank
is not.

I understand. I understand.

This is checkers,
not chess.

A woman gets out of her tan truck
out front the drug house across the street.

She is dressed in green lumberjack
and blue jeans.

Looks very fidgety,
frail as fine

She stumbles across the lawn
over a cat
stealthily hunting something
in the garden.

She has come for her fix,
not revolution,
but I can’t tell my pen pal quack

His letters are so passionate
so assured:


I hope for his sake
that it does come.

I know how disappointed I am
when there’s nothing
in the mail.


  • Ryan’s social realist poem works in his apocalyptic satirical
    BZ Niditch

  • A poem that spoke to my spirit. Revolution. Big in the 60’s. Sell out. Fantasy. Meat and potatoes speak louder than ideology. Great work…

  • Ryan Quinn Flanagan
    January 4th, 2014 at 12:41 am

    Hey bz and Ray, thanks for the feedback. Ray – your comment sums up perfectly the way I feel as well, and what I was trying to convey in the poem.

    Take it easy,


  • This poem speaks of a despair … surely felt by many … and by many more to come … others would speak of anger … perhaps the guns come out when there’s anger … I don’t know … personally, I feel that things look normal right now but they’re not … but there are lots of interesting images in a small number of lines here … thanks for posting it …

  • Ryan Quinn Flanagan
    January 5th, 2014 at 3:36 am

    Many thanks for the always insightful feedback D.A.



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