Daniel N. Flanagan Writing

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Posted on January 4, 2014 at 11:45 AM



No, not literary literature

There are few hidden meanings.

For why make you work further,

You’re already reading to escape

From your ordinary life, to my, object

I do not feel the need to cup breasts and fondle flamingos in order to analyze intelligence

Re-read and scrutinize me, for you will find nothing

In the recessed gardens of this straight forward, muddied mind


Beaver dam thoughts of a

Burst dam and

A man who is not

Still hiding in


The notorious shadow of his former

A man who

Need not remain nameless

For he is in front of you

Throughout me, 26 letters eating me.


Originally published by Pyrokinection on 01/04/14


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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