New poetry showcase from Mike Zone

*strong language content warning*

we wish

fever dream
‘cause I don’t get laid in real life
virgo somehow in my room
fung-shuis the space
presents a plentitude of multicolored condoms
cast aside
we don’t care
we take each other inside
atomic level equilibrium
these are the unstable molecules of dreams
penetrating each other’s eyes
oceans and nocturnal skies crashing
intricate ink on her body moving
freeze frame
thumb on her lip
somehow we’re both begging for something
in silence
equally stained
equally cleansed
with a paradise kiss
virgo ascends
capricorn down low
goat and virgin entwined
I might rob a bank for her

mourning thoughts

cityscapes decay
the necropolis crumbles
sometimes home just becomes another mausoleum
what if we abandoned cemetery grounds?
what if we acknowledged stardust angels and demons…
just to touch the earth?
an outdoor amphitheater
instead of stones and ghastly statues
we had trees
and the winds blew
breezes splintered by branches
atmospheric impression of bodies
reminded of you
vibrations along the skin stirring memories
then there’s your voice
solar ray presence
a phantom hand presence on the shoulders
maybe heaven can be a place on Earth
where no one
has truly departed


Sharing this meal
Knives over forks
Forks over knives
bloody cracked feet from the long walk home
from freezer warehouse
to freezing streets
bus stops running past 11
another ten-hour day
decided to treat myself
frozen pizza
flaky croissant crust
garlic powder
day and night wasted
keep one light on
heat down low
four bites in
stomach shrank
wages of precarity
we share our meals alone
exhausted and worn

Hollywood Land

the winner is…
woke up dead
belly ache
throbbing shoulder pain
inflammation in a shrinking kidney
babies on fire in Ukraine
bullets in cats and dogs
doom scrolling
news- jilted algorithms
social media- impersonal friends
cinematic ceremony
burned-out star calls for ZELENSKYY
smelts his Oscar
Zelenskyy’s got a war and genocide to abate
Hollywood Land needs his strange-love appearance
a wealthy man slaps another wealthy man for insulting his wife
coked out tears
consoled by Macbeth
you can see why the prince isn’t so fresh anymore and why everyone hates Chris
social fabric receding
disparity increasing
the glamorous dead need constant resurrection
even amidst a world on fire crisis
Hollywood can go fuck a narcissist’s ass
giving blowjobs to fascists and neoliberals alike


Catfished by a crossdresser
using his sister’s pics
tells me “I’m just like my sister,
only you can cum in me.”
“Not really.”
I don’t come to him
distracted by a screen
peyote and vision quests
I start talking about shamanism 
the masculine and feminism combined in other cultures to undertake these transcendent journeys
he hands an odd-looking pipe
we smoke meth
rancid chemical taste
brain like cloud
ego struck spinning silent dark
talking about identity and existence
displacement of genuine evolution
I had just lost my child
presumably a son
touching hands in the ether
exiled from the realm of the carnal
toward the valley of desolation

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.

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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