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An Artist's Rendering

Posted on October 10, 2013 at 11:35 PM

An Artist's Rendering


You walk around impersonating a God.

They look straight through you, like driving through fog.

The drive is treacherous, but your insecurities are transparent.

Pray for your redemption

Pray for my appreciation

You are God’s son.


Your head held high

Your hair gel holding

Your whole is a hole.


Pay your toll; at the river Stix

High thrills, arrogant pricks with little dicks

Chip on your shoulder

You can’t shoulder her pain

Letting her tears rain down her cheeks

Rumors leak, you’re a freak


Lay still as your eyes lie, two blue pools


A drained quarry

Straight teeth, crooked lies.


If you cared, you’d let that baby go

On the pursuit of happiness, not cocky dicks.

Cheap thrills & lies stand still.

Kill that pill.




Originally published in "The Onyx" Spring 2012 edition (print) 

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Daniel N. Flanagan, Writing, Worcester MA, @DanielNFlanagan, The Commonline Journal, The Round Up Zine, Beyond Imagination Digital Literary Magazine, Danse Macabre du Jour, Yellow Mama, Aberration Labyrinth, Pyrokinection, Leaves of Ink, The Camel Saloon, Three line poetry, Eskimo Pie, Dead Snakes, The Stray Branch, The Onyx, Daddy's Girl, Writer, Lilac, Ex-Girlfriend, Drive Home, An Artists Rendering, N.O. Xplode, Kip