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sat crouched in the bushes
with an electric razor
beside the walking path in the park
an extra set of batteries
in his pocket lest the originals
turning the electric razor on
every few minutes
to make sure it was still working
and when people came by
he would tackle them to the ground
and sit on top of them
removing as much hair as he could
before others were alerted
to the screams.
The Only Surrealist in Algoma Township Hangs Handfuls of Silver Tinsel
from His Ears and Calls them All Mussolini
What to do with such a man?
Jail is useless because his mind is free.
What you do with the body is beside the point.
You could fine him for some trumped up indecency dance,
but he doesn’t have any money.
Nothing is in his name.
The government has been trying to get at him
The only surrealist in Algoma township hangs handfuls of silver tinsel
from his ears and calls them all Mussolini.
Adoring each strand as his children.
If you speak to this man, do not be fooled.
He comes off normal enough,
but any man who spackles his knuckles
before bed is trafficking in ideas
never meant for the concrete road.
Avoid this man.
He is dangerous.
In a way the Commies could never be.
I hear he cuts up books
and cooks them into his food.
His mailbox has the word: Quandary
scrawled across it
which no one can figure
And there’s a rumour that he was kicked
out of a major university
(no one knows which)
years ago for putting a slice of pizza
on a classroom globe
and claiming to have achieved
“Piece on Earth.”
This vile, shameless beast.
And all his bloody tinsel.
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, Word Riot, In Between Hangovers, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.