By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Last night was a doozy.

I dreamed I was a crockpot
and all my organs
were cooking.

I was slick with sweat
when I woke.

Throwing a bus under
the bus.

Betrayal with passengers.

Blue bucket seats
wanting off the cataclysm.

Wheels in motion.
Everything happening at once.

Singing cobras out of the wicker.

Accident reports
and waxy ricochets.

Knots in the flabbergast wood.

A hole in my door from an angry foot.
Probably still attached to the leg
that brought it over.

 

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, The New York Quarterly, The Academy of the Heart and Mind, Setu, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.

2 thoughts on ““Throwing a Bus Under the Bus”

  1. #1 that wasn’t a dream, that was a NIGHTMARE ! #2 and If I didn’t know that you are a very talented person I would advise you to immediately seek medical help. LOL! Eerie, scary but great write. This one will remain on my mind Forever …l keep thinking about the Twilight Zone theme music playing the back ground as you share this write with a captive audience ☎

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