Sunday, December 22, 2013

A Poem by Daniel N. Flanagan

Drive Home

&  what if our lives are nothing but a figment
Of someone else's imagination
Our individual lives are all another individual's dream

Everyone thinks they are unique though
Esoteric though

I wrote this at a red traffic light
& it turned green & the sports car honked at me
With fury!
He has yet to realize he is not real.

I drove past picketers with political picket signs
& they were passionate about a dream
& so I honked at them
Gave a thumbs up to support another man's dream

We are all dreaming
But not all of us are dreamers.

Daniel N. Flanagan is a Worcester, MA native; currently writing a novella, while taking a year off from college. His most recent short story, "Daddy's Girl", has been published in The Commonline Journal. He has two stories scheduled for publication in January '14, and one for February '14; "Dylan; & The Hooker Formerly Known As Tiffany" has been accepted by Beyond Imagination, "Bathroom Tale: 2" will appear in Danse Macabre du Jour and "To Paul, With Love" will be published in Yellow Mama. He has previously been featured in the publishing blog, Aberration Labyrinth for his poem "Writer". He also has three poems in Framingham State University's literary magazine The Onyx (Spring '12). Check him out at and follow him @DanielNFlanagan.

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