Saturday, July 13, 2019

Hell on Wheels by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

She is stuck trailing a group of old timers
in electric wheelchairs that are crawling
down the middle of the road.

Four men and three women.
Seven electric wheelchairs spread out
so that you can’t get by.

A line forms behind them.
She honks and I warn her not
to rile this wrinkled biker gang:
Hell on Wheels,
I call them.

She almost drives into the ditch
with laughter.





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, Under The Bleachers, The Dope Fiend Daily and In Between Hangovers.



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