Its been a cryptic night of kryptonite with burning eyes and black point pens a night with Supermen and Wonderwomen and the occasional arch nemesis
By midnight we’ll have tragicomic trials with lipstick blood and blue-haired heroes balanced on romantic tightropes stretched above the absurd abyss
Myths, philosophies, religions will be rent apart . . . rewoven words will become hazardous waste the dictionary drink poison
In the end a story will rise from the rubbish of words slowly shake off its punctuation, shamble off into the night ravaging reality and the surrounding regions.
Colin Flanigan's work has been published in Phoebe, Frantic Egg, and Connections. He has served as a reader for the Washington Prize for poetry. He works as a firefighter/paramedic.
