Minor Threat by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

He said he was into hardcore
and I asked him if that meant Viagra,
he seemed a little young for all that
but you never know
and he laughed and said he was a punk
which explained the leathers and
numerous piercings
I had thought him one of those performance artists
that drink warm animal piss from recycled juice jars
to old Donna Summer
records
but he reassured me
he was not that,
and that hardcore was more
of a lifestyle
than anything
like eating organic
or swingers
the habitual arms dealing
of half ironic war
amputees
ensuring the poor
have more bullets
then teeth.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a happily unmarried proud father of none. His work can be found both in print and online in such joints as Your One Phone Call, Horror Sleaze Trash, and Dead Snakes. He has an affinity for dragonflies, discount tequila, and all things sarcastic.