June 29, 2010

Christ On the Lawn

by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

A mob gathered outside

my front window and

beat the shit out of

a dealer they said was

getting their kids hooked

on dangerous stuff.

At first

I thought about intervening

on the dealer's behalf

but I had things to do.

The mob passed judgement with sticks

and I

decided to let them use my lawn

while I grabbed a fresh beer

from the fridge

filled the dish sink with soap and

washed my hands of

the whole affair.

Two weeks later

the lawn across the street

was littered with pink flamingos


the mob

left them alone.


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