John Micheal Flynn

Venice Beach Sunday afternoon roof she was completely naked tanned nipple-pierced and blown-out-on-crack surrounded by stud muffins, surfers and gangsta rap wanna-bees she shouted her free speech anthem at a pair of sandaled black women, who as fearful pedestrians wanted nothing but a little air after too many trips to the brunch buffet table when

Escape beckons their type. ____Son, nervous on Ritalin mass-produced by Disney ____paying homage to deities. Mother tells him he should not forget ____those others…the unlucky ones. Mother and son pray together. ____A father has never been in the picture. Little in the air smells of artfulness. ____Science structures my chameleon life. Maybe the best thing