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Featuring the following:

Art/photos by Tony Aiken, Geoffrey Wren, David L O’Nan

Featured Poetry from Elizabeth Cusack
several pieces from me David L O'Nan (including debut poetry)
Ron Whitehead  (U.S. Beat Poet Laureate)
John Guzlowski
Ivor Daniel
Lynn White
James Schwartz
Robert Frede Kenter
Thasia Anne Lunger
Christian Garduno
R.M. Engelhardt
Peter Hague
Spriha Kant
Beth Mulcahy
Matthew Freeman
Kushal Poddar
Carrie Anne Golden
Joe Kidd
Troy Jackson
Mark Andrew Heathcote
w v sutra
Owen Bullock
F.E. Clark
Ethan McGuire
Ian Richardson
Doreen Stock
Peter Lilly
Dan Carpenter
Jude Neale
Clive Gresswell
Derek Smith
Tim Troglen
Billy Watson
Maid Corbic
Brenda E. Nwafor
Kathryn Sadakierski
Sadie Maskery
Jeremy Limn

Bio: David L O’Nan is a poet, short story writer, editor living in Southern Indiana. He is the editor for the Poetry & Art Anthologies “Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art. and has also edited & curated other Anthologies including 2 inspired by Leonard Cohen and Hard Rain Poetry inspired by Bob Dylan. He has self-published works under the Fevers of the Mind Press “The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers” “The Cartoon Diaries” & “New Disease Streets” (2020). A compilation of 4 books “Bending Rivers” a micro poem collection “Lost Reflections” and new book “Before the Bridges Fell” (look under books tab in Amazon) under Cajun Mutt Press & “His Poetic Last Whispers” (2022) David has had work published in Icefloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire. Twitter is @davidLONan1 and for the book @feversof  Join Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group . Facebook Author page DavidLONan1 and goodreads page is https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18366060.David_L_O_Nan

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BARE BONES WRITINGS (taken from web post contributions and open submissions)

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We are unable to provide compensation at this time contributors. We have to reach out through the year for donations just to keep the site going. This is for the art of poetry, music, art & other creatives.

Some poetry/art published on this site will periodically be taken down if space is running low. Pieces that are up for Best of the Net Nominations and other award nominees will remain on the site longer. You will be guaranteed at least 6-8 months exposure on our website. No promises after that and don’t take it personal.

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Bio: David L O’Nan is a poet, short story writer, editor living in Southern Indiana. He is the editor for the Poetry & Art Anthologies “Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art. and has also edited & curated other Anthologies including 2 inspired by Leonard Cohen and Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan inspired by Bob Dylan. He has self-published works under the Fevers of the Mind Press “The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers” “The Cartoon Diaries” & “New Disease Streets” (2020). A compilation of 4 books “Bending Rivers” a micro poem collection “Lost Reflections” and new book “Before the Bridges Fell” (look under books tab in Amazon) under Cajun Mutt Press & “His Poetic Last Whispers” (2022) David has had work published in Icefloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire. Twitter is @davidLONan1 and for the book @feversof  Join Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group . Facebook Author page DavidLONan1 and goodreads page is https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18366060.David_L_O_Nan

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(c) Geoffrey Wren art




“Before the Bridges Fell” by me David L O’Nan Poetry book is out today on Cajun Mutt Press

Before the Bridges Fell is a series of poetry based on characters that are scrambling to figure out life before the inevitable destruction of their towns, their ideals, fantasy worlds, fame of past figures that seemed to work so well to influence and shape today’s world. Before the Bridges Fell and what is unknown is always in the back of your head, and you are still expected to life your life without worry, hardly. That unknowing is always there. The script isn’t fully written, and so the improvisation of our everyday lives can be scary.

https://amzn.to/3KQ3tfx is the link on Amazon!

Please read my debut poetry book with Cajun Mutt Press. Full of prose, stories, poetry that digs deep in imagery. Influenced by Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Townes Van Zandt, Bruce Springsteen, Joni Mitchell, Jack Kerouac, Marissa Nadler, Johnny Cash, Richard Brautigan, Langston Hughes and much more. Praise blurbs from Gail Crowther author of “Three-Martini Afternoons at the Ritz” poets Kushal Poddar, Robin McNamara, Robert Frede-Kenter, musicians Ron Sexsmith, Austin Lucas

If you like this book go back and read my independent collections “Bending Rivers” “Lost Reflections” “The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers” my Leonard Cohen Anthologies “Before I Turn Into Gold” and “Avalanches in Poetry” and the whole Fevers of the Mind Anthologies. Currently 5 volumes.

Bio: David L O’Nan is a poet, short story writer, editor living in Southern Indiana. He is the editor for the Poetry & Art Anthologies “Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art. and has also edited & curated other Anthologies including 2 inspired by Leonard Cohen and an upcoming one inspired by Bob Dylan. He has self-published works under the Fevers of the Mind Press “The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers” “The Cartoon Diaries” & “New Disease Streets” (2020). A compilation of 4 books “Bending Rivers” a micro poem collection “Lost Reflections” and new book “Before the Bridges Fell” (look under books tab in Amazon) under Cajun Mutt Press & “His Poetic Last Whispers” (2022) David has had work published in Icefloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire. Twitter is @davidLONan1 and for the book @feversof  Join Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group . Facebook Author page DavidLONan1 and goodreads page is https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18366060.David_L_O_Nan

Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren

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Features artwork by Geoffrey Wren, poetry & stories from David L O’Nan, Ethan McGuire, Tom Harding, Joe Kidd, Robert Frede Kenter, Joan Hawkins, Ankh Spice, Arthur L Wood, Sadie Maskery, Kari Ann Flickinger, ps pirro, Peter Hague, Lorna Wood, Benjamin Adair Murphy, Attracta Fahy, Christina Strigas, Barney-Ashton Bullock, John W. Leys, Amy Barnes, Jim Young, Elizabeth Cusack, Richard LeDue, Michael Igoe, Samantha Terrell, Lisa Alletson, Carrie Sword, Samantha Merz, Janet Beekman, Lennon Stravato, Catherine Graham, William Taylor Jr, Kat Blair, Adrian Ernesto Cepeda, S. Reeson, Shane Schick, Gerald Jatzek, Merril D. Smith, Jim Feeney

“Before the Bridges Fell” by me David L O’Nan Poetry book is out today on Cajun Mutt Press

Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren

Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now!

Bio: David L O’Nan is a poet, short story writer, editor living in Southern Indiana. He is the editor for the Poetry & Art Anthologies “Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art. and has also edited & curated other Anthologies including 2 inspired by Leonard Cohen and an upcoming one inspired by Bob Dylan. He has self-published works under the Fevers of the Mind Press “The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers” “The Cartoon Diaries” & “New Disease Streets” (2020). A compilation of 4 books “Bending Rivers” a micro poem collection “Lost Reflections” and new book “Before the Bridges Fell” (look under books tab in Amazon) under Cajun Mutt Press & “His Poetic Last Whispers” (2022) David has had work published in Icefloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire. Twitter is @davidLONan1 and for the book @feversof  Join Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group . Facebook Author page DavidLONan1 and goodreads page is https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18366060.David_L_O_Nan

3 poems by Doryn Herbst : I Try to Think, You Stay Calm, & The Knife

shallow focus photography of white feather dropping in person's hand

photo by Javardh (unsplash)

I Try to Think   
CW: Institutional Abuse

I cannot hold my fork
without dropping it five times
and five more times again.
I cannot walk but I can feel.
I cannot talk but I can scream.
Now, I have been put out of the way
to teach me how to behave
in the right way.

But you, your hands so gentle,
your smile so sweet,
take my wheelchair out of the cold,
welcome me back into the warm.

When confusion explodes in my head
like fireworks in the sky,
I try to think I know that you are right
to say, kindness is the only way.

Even when the others say
that they have more experience
than you, that they know best,
that you do not know
how to do things in the right way.
They tell you it must not happen again,
you behave in such a way
that is too soft, you must remember,
the rules must be obeyed. 

I try to think I know that you are right
because my legs do so hurt so very much


You, Stay Calm!
CW: Institutional abuse

I can’t do the things
as quickly as you want me
to do them.

When you get upset,
I get upset.

I can’t explain to you how I feel,
I can’t explain anything at all,
so, I have to show you by what I do.
I don’t want to throw food across the table,
pull your hair hard or scratch your cheek.
I want you to see me
and what I need.

Your voice is very loud,
I see you are even more upset
and so am I. Now, two people are needed
to calm me down.

I have to come to this establishment 
because I have some special needs.

Why can’t you just give me
the space and time I need to finish
what you want me to do?


The Knife

One sentence,

like a slim, fine knife,
double-edged, sharp,

to cut you dead.

Slips easily to the centre
of the heart.





The Flower Seller at Piccadilly Circus by Doryn Herbst (c/w: War)

Bio: Doryn Herbst, formerly a scientist in the water industry, Wales, now lives in Germany and is a deputy local councillor. Her writing considers the natural world but also themes which address social issues. She is putting together a pamphlet-sized series about violence in its many facets. Doryn has poetry in Fahmidan Journal, CERASUS Magazine, Sledgehammer Literary Journal and more, plus work forthcoming in Fenland Poetry Journal, Re-side Zine and The Dawntreader. She is a reviewer at Consilience science poetry journal.

A Poetry Showcase for Doryn Herbst





Poetry by Matthew McGuirk : Shelf Life

from pixabay

Poem originally published in Tattie Zine Issue 2

Shelf Life

The potatoes from the store
didn’t make it to a soup, the oven, or the fryer in time.
They sat too long on the counter, 
waiting for our attention.
The golden skin growing dark eyes to see the kitchen
and their gaze watched us wander by. 
They were soft and sprouted, 
no longer something of use. 
I threw them out the door
and kicked some dirt over them
to hide the evidence of neglect.
Soon, green shoots emerged;
new growth even in hard times. 

Bio: Matt McGuirk teaches and lives with his wife and two daughters in New Hampshire. He was a BOTN 2021 nominee, is now a regular contributor at Fevers of the Mind and has poems and stories published in 50+ literary magazines with 100+ accepted pieces. His debut collection, Daydreams, Obsessions, Realities with Alien Buddha Press isavailable on Amazon, linked in the bio and also on his website.Follow him on Twitter: @McguirkMatthew and Instagram: @mcguirk_matthew. 

Website: http://linktr.ee/McGuirkMatthew Daydreams, Obsessions, Realities: https://www.amazon.com/Daydreams-Obsessions-Realities-hybrid-collection/dp/B09M5KY8HH/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Matthew McGuirk

3 Poems from J. Maxwell

From Pixabay

Wandering Mind

Sometimes I get distracted… 
Like when I'm talking about one thing 
I'll jump to the next chapter,
Skipping pages like stones.
I like gemstones,
The way they glisten and gleam 
When the light hits them just right, 
I'm not sure if I’ve been hit by light that way before. 
I guess that's not for me to decide, 
Beauty is supposed to belong to the eye of the beholder, 
A subjective paradox 
Since we're all supposedly beautiful in our own way.
Does that mean we're all blind?
I'm grateful blindness was not bestowed on my eyes 
That I have the ability to see the many wonders of the world:
A butterfly landing on a lily,
A waterfall cascading over a rockface,
The sun setting over the ocean,
A crackling fire on the beach,
The full moon on a cloudless night,
The impact circles of raindrops in a puddle,
All the colors of a perfect rainbow. 
Thinking about it, I've taken so much for granted, 
Taken so many moments at face value. 
I wonder why the phrase is face value – 
I know we spend a lot of time looking at faces,
But does that make them more valuable?
You don't hear people selling faces on the black market. 
And why is it the black market? 
It sounds racially charged.
Like, why not the red market or the blue market, 
Or for fucks sake, just call it the illegal market. 
Get rid of the color labels altogether 
Even fucking T-shirts are made labelless.
Did you know T-shirts were originally made for single guys 
Who didn't know how to iron shirts?
I wonder what my wardrobe would look like if it weren't for T-shirts 
Would I be wearing nothing but button-ups?
I hate button-ups.
This one time when I was a kid 
I hit all the buttons on the elevator. 
There were 16 floors,
We had to go to the 12th.
My mom wasn't happy.
It's hard to be happy;
Happiness is dependent on serotonin levels in the brain, 
Those levels are a fickle beast,
Rising and falling with the slightest misfire of neurons. 
Medication can help, I would know, 
I take a handful of pills every day to help with my insanity,
But sometimes I think sanity is overrated.
I just wish the pills didn't come with the side effects
Oh, the things we do to be happy.
People tell me it's normal to be happy,
But I want to know how that’s normal 
In a world of chaos and despair.
It seems normalcy should be a state of melancholy.
I used to wonder what normal meant,
It's such a vague term 
Defined by standards that no one meets,
And sets expectations that no one lives up to,
Another subjective concept.
So much in life is subjective,
Like our perspectives are all disconnected,
Despite being part of the collective. 
Group is a synonym of collective, 
But if you look them up, they have different meanings,
I guess it comes down to context.
What was I talking about? 
Damn… I guess I got ahead of myself again 
I wish I could hold my place 
Instead of rambling on tangent after tangent 
Segueing from one unfinished thought into another 
I never liked the Segway 
Just some fancy device for rich people and mall cops 
So they don't have to walk.
I like walking,
Preferably in nature.
Something about getting away from everything is calming,
Getting away from the hustle and bustle,
Away from the daily-life lies where we're all pretending, 
Pretending that we're something other than who we really are.
When I was a kid, I used to pretend I was in a far away place 
Full of adventure and intrigue,
And I was always the hero, but never myself.
I'm not sure if I have the qualifications to be a hero
I guess I felt the same as a child.
Children are cruel,
Unfiltered and ignorant to what words can do.
It wasn't easy being the chubby kid,
Especially when I was considered weird too.
It's weird how we ostracize those who are different 
When those are the people 
That have the best chance to change the world.
Progress doesn't happen without change,
You think we'd know that by now,
Seeing as how we have to change with the times.
I remember reading this article in the times
It was about something important 
Oh, what was it
It's on the tip of my tongue… Shit! 
Sometimes I have trouble remembering things.
It's like the thoughts get scrambled on route to coming out.
I prefer my eggs scrambled,
A little milk and a dash of salt and pepper,
Whisked together and cooked with butter, 
I wonder when the first scrambled egg was cooked. 
That person gets a gold star.
Wasn't I talking about something?
It was a concrete thought, 
Something firm like stone, 
Oh yeah, I think rocks are cool.
Sorry, my mind tends to wander,
It’s a wonder if I ever finish a thought.
Have you heard the phrase: “A penny for your thoughts,”
It’s always bothered me,
I’ve always valued my thoughts as more than a penny.
Did you know pennies were once made of steel?
It was during World War II due to the shortage of copper
When I was in my teens, I used to steal things,
I called it the five-finger deal,
Now that I’m older I feel a little guilty about that.
Getting older sucks,
Have to watch what you eat,
Your body starts failing you,
Sleep is more difficult,
I already have enough trouble sleeping as it is.
Insomnia is a bitch.
It comes from the Latin language,
Latin was spoken by the romans,
Man, the romans really knew how to live.
In my 20s I lived like a rockstar,
12-inch rails of coke with whisky chasers.
These days I take 12 vitamins chased with water.
The water molecule has 2 hydrogen atoms,
And 1 oxygen atom.
It’s crazy that everything is made of atoms,
And all atoms are made of protons, neutrons, and electrons,
And all of those are made of quarks.
Wait… I don’t know where I was going with that.
Sometimes I start talking
Without knowing what point I’m trying to make,
My mind wandering along.
I used to wander forests as a child
Appreciating the lush nature,
Moss and ivy and grass and trees.
I love trees,
The way they mirror themselves,
The way they branch out
Above and below,
Far-reaching.
I wonder when I’ll reach my full potential,
Hopefully that hasn’t happened already,
I still feel like I have more growing to do.
I wonder if anyone has ever reached their full potential,
What the fuck does that even look like or feel like?
I guess I find it unlikely
Kind of like the idea of perfection.
Perfection to me isn’t the same as perfection to you
Which is perfectly normal
Because we’re all imperfectly abnormal.
Perfect is such a loaded term anyways
A generalized abstraction of a watered-down preconception.
I’ve always been a big fan of abstract art,
Escher was always one of my favorites,
The way he could bend reality,
With mathematical precision.
Math and I have always had a strained relationship,
We always understood that we didn’t like each other,
It’s a language I never grew fond of.
I’m quite fond of the English language
There’s a certain beauty in its overly complex lexicon,
I’m told it’s difficult to learn for non-native speakers.
Something to do with all the homophones and homonyms.
I spend a lot of time on my phone these days
Caught in a digital daze,
Trying to connect to something virtually,
While I disconnect spiritually,
The separation growing ever wider with each passing moment,
Eyes glued to the pocket-sized screen,
Though it held all the secrets to my life’s greatest mysteries,
As the world keeps turning,
And the minutes keep passing,
And I can’t stop scrolling.
How did we start this conversation?
Sorry… I have a problem with attention,
My focus can be a bit fleeting. 

Impostor Syndrome

I ‘m not sure if I’m as good as I should be,
M aybe I’m terrible,
P erhaps everyone else is better,
O r maybe I’m just reaching at a fruitless dream,
S imply deluding myself with thoughts of grandeur
T hat lead me to false beliefs,
O r is this all just noise
R eticulating in my head.

S o many things left undone due to personal disdain,
Y et so many things were still made,
N ever to see the light of day,
D rowned out by the sea of melancholy,
R enasant to consider myself as anything more than average,
O r is this just more noise,
M ore disbelief of my lackluster talents,
E nigmatic and frustrating, difficult to rise above the doubt.

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

P ieces of the past
O bfuscate reality,
S lipping from then to now,
T aking the moment hostage.

T urning the tide,
R eticulating the psyche,
A separation from oneself,
U ndulating, a visceral disconnection
M omentarily suspended in a memory,
A ll the feelings, thoughts, sensory perceptions
T aking over without warning,
I nstantaneous and spontaneous,
C rippling the mood.

S ometimes it’s a simple matter,
T o hear, see, or smell something familiar,
R eminding the subconscious,
E ntering the deepest pits of the mind,
S uddenly gripped by experiences,
S ome would sooner forget.

D etached and distant,
I t’s hard to come back the same,
S till caught in the storm of emotion,
O verwhelmed by the memory relived,
R epeating the details in a loop,
D isoriented from the discordant experience,
E ver in awe that the mind can replicate a moment,
R endered helpless every time it happens.



Bio: 

J. Maxwell was born in Bellevue, WA in the summer of 1990. Just before his 7th birthday, his family moved to Las Vegas, NV. It was quite the change for him, going from a place that was so green and damp to a dry desert valley. Growing up in Vegas was a diferent experience than most other places in the world, being that it is a city that thrives on extravagance, debauchery, and the vacation lifestyle. When he was in middle school he started writing which became an outlet for him, one that saved his life from his undiagnosed mental health issues. At 18, he left Las Vegas and went north to Reno, NV, where he attended  the University of Nevada, Reno. He completed a dual major degree focusing in Creative Writing and in Philosophy, graduating in 2014. He now lives in Fort Worth, TX where he had his first book published SOBER THOUGHTS FROM THE CRAZY HOUSE which is a collection of poetry dedicated to mental illness, addiction, and sobriety. J. Maxwell not only writes, but also enjoys nature photography and making digital art.


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Haiku & Other short poems at Tidbinbilla by Owen Bullock

Haiku & other short poems at Tidbinbilla

lichen,
the microscopic flowers 
of moss

a stone slate shard . . . 
crystals erupt
through granite

dried ferns –
only moments 
in deep time

stream
            past eyes, brows, hurts, hopes, drylands

out here 
 the stream
      all the music

flask of tea, 
       faintly
      the soup she carried

the longer sitting
               the more
                 web threads

sun’s out
   spider wire

when I come here
I talk to the stones
if I stay a long time
they almost say hello

spent skin
of a pupa . . .
how many do you need?

eucalypt walu
hangs in   another tree

a warbler sings
zit-zit-zit zat

exposed bark
         my brother’s
brown jumper

leaf skeleton
         almost gone
                to ground

sunlight
on rippling water –
why does the magic
keep going?



Note
walu – Indigenous Australian word for strips of bark

The Stream at Tidbinbilla


this water comes through
                                         this water
this water comes through
                                         this water
this water comes through
                                         this water
this water comes through
                                         this water

the sun shafts through
                                    this water
this water shafts through
                                        this water
the weed spines through
                                       this water
this water spines through
                                        this water

this   stone   stone   stone   stone
                                                    crystalised
                                                                      scratched
                                                                                      layered, frozen
stone                                    a bubble
stone                 speaks
                                     slow
                                             in                                  
                                                 trees

these leaves drop
                            this water
this water drops
                          this water
these roots draw
                          this water
this water draws
                           this water
this rumble chants
                              this water
this water chants
                            this water
this nettle greens
                            this water
this water greens
                            this water

stone   stone   stone
                                lichen flowers
this stone
                 digest this stone
fern starts
                 pulls back

falling gathers
                        under trees
rotting moulders
                           under trees
litter earths
                   under trees
moss sings
                   stonestone
stonemoss          mossmoss       mossmoss

water dews   and seeps 
       moss mossing      fern ferning
earth earthing

water     water


Bio: Owen Bullock’s most recent publications are Impression (Beir Bua Press, 2022), and Uma rocha enorme que anda à roda (A big rock that turns around), translations of his tanka into Portuguese by Francisco Carvalho (Temas Originais, 2021). His other titles include, Summer Haiku (Recent Work Press, 2019), Work & Play (Recent Work Press, 2017), and Semi (Puncher & Wattmann, 2017). He teaches Creative Writing at the University of Canberra. His other interests include juggling, music and chess. https://poetry-in-process.com/ @OwenTrail @ProcessPoetry 


Poetry by Mike Zone (t/w politics/language)

New Amerikan Policy

Housing options limited
the homeless are growing
gun control?
rampant shootings?
Lack of healthcare?
We got plenty of insurance to buy.
defund the police?
Arm the homeless with AR-15s
over 400 rounds of ammunition
problems solved
guns over homes
bullets over mental health
ban weapons for the rest
increase the disparity
the poor as peacekeepers
deliverance unto the destitute
let them defend
what those you elected want
right in the middle
furthering right
happy now?

Maximum News Coverage REAL POLITIK

Cointel Pro
News 
Network
What he said was just too mean
Being progressive is unelectable and won’t get us far as we stand in the middle negotiating further into fascism
NEWIES
Objective banal glowing screen – I LOVE TIME AND NEWS WEEK MAGAZINE in the global era of diminishing print into digital onslaught dread
Sometimes when I’m real angry and want to enrage my narcissistic father I put my red lipstick on and say “I’m trans!”
He sucks down a can of beer
Turns on MAXY BROADCASTING
Iranian woman stabs online date 200 times for invasion of-   insert blank middle-eastern country
Young Patriot shoots transexual 228 times runs it over
IT IS NOT A PERSON
IT IS NOT IN THE BIBLE
IT IS NOT REVERED BY SACRED FOUNDING FATHERS
“Now that’s what I call trans-liquid.”
Enjoyed by plenty of freemasons
“ I did it for the flag”
Central
Neural 
Netscape
Open wide for dulled consciousness and silly shows
Atavistic accompaniment to serious issues
Have to keep that in the middle thing going so we don’t step on any toes as it’s too late to reconfigure society, something must be wrong with you to even question the war on drugs along with the lack of a universal healthcare system
War is okay but we prefer the mild violence of a non-violent response
BOX NEWS
Pre-packaged for you
A patriotic news network
Killing Baby Hitler
Killing Teen Barack
Killing god
There’s a new edition of the Bible coming out
The Real Patriot’s Bible
“Thomas Jefferson, Thomas Paine, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln riding on white horses to save Jesus from certain to death by Lucifer so he can be crucified for all our sins”
Peroxide Barbie gleefully plugs needing to be waterboarded
Let’s elevate business
Warm apple pie and baseball
Be suspicious of hotdog homosexuality
Say history is wrong
Economics (currently) says so
Economics- a trust-based system
Faith based?
Money the new religion?
Real speech?
Words are treason and blasphemy
Speak cliché 
No words
No minds
Real patriotism
Corporate
National
Narcofascism
Say no to drugs now
We can’t have all this social spending
What about all the business owners?
Middle-class, Middle-class
Even though it’s just 20% of the populace
Abortion, mass shootings…you wonder if all the celebrities could get together and just talk everything out about it and leave the hate behind?
These protests are causing so much tension
Two celebrities kiss each other then hated each other
They’re just people and so are we
44 was good he didn’t change much
He was the hope and change needed
45 was angry and mean. He divided our country
Those progressives want too much they’re further dividing the nation
We need unity
Bring on 46
To enable another 45
Media matters
Let’s head back in time to 2014 to head back to the mythic 50’s as perceived in the 80’s
Don’t you wish you could be a celebrity and suffer so little yet immensely in your soul
They have it harder than you
Don’t make waves
Just stay in the middle
See the positive in all this negativity
Just think positive
REAL POLITIK
None of this is working
Empire falling
Economics – econocide
Ban assault weapons for everyone- even cops
Issue each homeless person an AR-15
400 rounds of ammunition
Let them patrol wherever, whenever
Citizen protectors
Perfection
No homes
No rest needed
Only the elite can watch
And you like it
MAXIUM NEWS COVERAGE
Amerika the beautiful

Dead star politiks (it's over)

It’s over…really
Narco-fascism
What does it mean?
in the end you all fell for the vicious circus and psychopathic circles
understanding power to escape from “freedom”
narco- for the narcotics laws
eroding constitutional rights
implanting soft-machine fascism
FUCK THE AUTHORITY
narco- for narcissism
there’s a dark triad of personalities
governing nations and individual bodies
world on fire
propgandie
narcissists, sociopaths, psychopaths
projection
FUCK THE ESTABLISHMENT
economics is a religion
we’re all cast in a grand performance
don’t act out
bad avatar
ostracization  
will put you in line
FUCK THE SYSTEM
clutching coins
cast by the crown
celebratory mass
for the wicked who slew
enshrining reptile brain behavior
how many throats does it take to slit through the bloody sands of time to get your family to where they are today?
FUCK THE MONARCHY
Paleolithic minds
Medieval institutions
god-like technology
FUCK EXISTENCE
FUCK THE PLANET
&…
FUCK YOU
apparently

Bio: Mike Zone is the Editor in Chief of Dumpster Fire Press, the author of  Shedding Dark Places (almost), One Hell of a Muse, A Farewell to Big Ideas and Void Beneath the Skin, as well as coauthor of The Grind.  frequent contributor to Alien Buddha Press and Mad Swirl. His work has been featured in: Horror Sleaze Trash, Better Than Starbucks, Piker Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Synchronized Chaos, Outlaw Poetry and Cult Culture magazine. 



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