Poem for a Crippled Insomniac | A Poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Your claims to lay awake all night
are resident falsehoods.
The snoring through the floorboards
is unmistakable.     
And what a friend I am to sit up all night
smoking all your cigarettes and enjoying
your many wines.     
Making sure a burglar does not come in
and steal your only mop.
Moving the fridge magnets around like a total fiend.
And my many watchdog hours are just as false,
but a friendship must be predicated upon something�
why not lies?  You tell one, then I�ll go.
I promise to wait my turn.


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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 Poet Community, Literary Yard, Modern Poetry Blog, and The Oklahoma Review.