He lived upstairs above the bar
and I thought, how do land a gig
like that?
Yes it is noisy, but everything is noisy.
There are fires, but there are always fires.
Some of them out in forests where no one lives.
Whole hectares, whatever they are.
And being sloshed during monsoon season,
I asked the bartender if the guy
that owned the place
was renting.
He laughed
and walked off.
Throwing a stained towel over
his shoulder.
So that I knew public speaking
was not his thing
and that I would have to inquire
someplace else.
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 Rye Whiskey Review, Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Dope Fiend Daily and In Between Hangovers.
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Good one ^_^
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