Saturday, January 4, 2014
A Poem by Daniel N. Flanagan
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.
Daniel N. Flanagan is a Worcester, MA native; currently writing a novella, while taking a year off from college. He is the author of the short story "Daddy's Girl", located in The Commonline Journal, and four poems, featured in Aberration Labyrinth and The Onyx. He has three stories and two poem scheduled for publication between December '13 and February '14 in the following literary journals; Beyond Imagination, Danse Macabre du Jour, Yellow Mama, Pyrokinection and Leaves of Ink. Check him out at www.DanFlanagan.webs.com and follow him @DanielNFlanagan.