Like a Bulldozer in a Broom Closet with the Heart of a Cement Mixer
I’ve always felt misanthropic
and uncomfortable around people,
especially large groups of people…
you ever seen Triumph
of the Will?
Sure…pasty white six packs, lots of fire.
Well that’s groups of more than three
Yeah, I’m like a Kafka bug in the wedding bed of
Regardless of the situation?
you name it, the horror is there,
so I guess I’m more like some second rate Conrad epiphany
than a Kafka flea in the carpet of life.
You seek out help for this?
Help? From more people?
Why don’t I just change my name to Poland
and hand out invasion
Don’t you think you’re overreacting
just a little?
You see, that’s what I love about you,
you’re like a bulldozer in a broom closet
with the heart of a cement mixer.
Overreacting, if anything I’m under reacting…
You could make a case for just reacting
but how does one quantify
Look, now you’re getting all worked up
and talking about cement mixers.
You always do that when you get anxious.
You make people into inanimate objects
so they’re easier to deal with.
Easier to deal with?
What about any of this has been
And why the hell are we standing
in a house of mirrors?
The only thing worse than a large number of people
is a large number of me.
If that was a good idea, then why do you think my parents
only had one?
I’m a strong case for eunuchs
but I’m pretty sure this is all just an exercise
Do you mean those sentiments, Mr. Flanagan?
I mean all sentiments,
even the ones that aren’t mine.
Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian born author presently residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario Canada. His work has been published both in print and online in such places as The New York Quarterly, Windsor Review, Vallum, The Antigonish Review, CV2, Horror Sleaze Trash, Evergreen Review, Your One Phone Call and In Between Hangovers.