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Exiled Division and Hall
Leaving home on the road to… somewhere car crash left for dead back to the condo it was her birthday by her grace gave me three hours she was moving her ex back in my parents lost their lost house living in a one bedroom exiled near division and hall visitors only get 10 days hot blood ruminations and an overpass can be surprisingly warm Alone sometimes Solitude is god planting new seeds of contemplation whipping the light from Horus’ infinite eye finite in cosmological options divine right equals god-driven boundaries crossroads of deception there’s a depressing jewish revolutionary dying roman style next to a couple of zealots political bandits crescent moon side pocket q-ball \John gets down offers his head to Salome- the barmaid Moses starts the chant slapping Bacchus on the back GET DOWN JOHN! sound and fury ignoring Shakespeare’s and Faulkner’s ghosts painting Macbeth 2: The Musical we wear the crown of thorns growing laurels from our wounds “the bane is the way we live the boon is who we are” so says the new god legless on the sidewalk Solomon Lawry "and the Earth was shaking for days" Solomon Lawry died today Frozen Out by the apartment complex’s pond Nothing on But a big black overcoat Crushed brim brown faded black fedora Whitebeard Stuck with goose feathers and leaves Eyes reflecting morning sky Promoting Professing Prophesizing LIVE NUDE JEWS! “like some porn theater” he gasped Over half a century Recorded seven years before Polish Jews in the dead of winter Digging graves For the soon to be dead They had finished They laid their shovels down Order to strip Machinegunned down LIVE NUDE JEWS “like some filthy red-light joint” He coughed between brandy and a cigarette “and the Earth was shaking for days.” LIVE LAUGH LOVE Yeah, that’s what it said checking out dating profiles co-managing the thrift shop needed new material to escape second job hell I LOVE TO LAUGH was her best quality according to her she wouldn’t meet anyone in the park after dark nor sell anyone her panties used or otherwise I LOVE TO LAUGH she was ready to “finally settle down” 3 kids from 3 different fathers possibly pregnant but she didn’t want yours “looking for a father, a protector, provider. My be-everything and forever.” “God first, family second and cocktails” But no cock tales “no dating unless it ends in marriage” no relationship unless it ends in death was my reply “been there done that with sex…” “if you want sex…watch a porn.” I was used to that “NO 420, AT ALL!” “I’m rough and country but cleanup real nice…need a professional but strong man who loves kids and most of all, LOVES TO LAUGH.” I LOVE TO LAUGH Well, sure I continued talking to her obviously, a couple wires, got crossed… what’s with all the spelling and grammatical errors? I can’t figure out what you’re even saying she wouldn’t settle for anything less than a 220k mortgage and the big wedding followed by the opulent honeymoon with her $12 dollar job you provide the rest no sex no offspring her version of Heaven mandatory “I’m upset because my screen is wet and I’m pressing all the wrong buttons because of what you’re saying!” I LOVE TO LAUGH Are you going through a carwash with your windows rolled down? we all had a giggle about that never heard from her again my screen name NOT A SHINING KNIGHT tagline- Business Owner. Five figures. I don’t want to have sex with you. Family guy. Dreamer I LOVE TO LAUGH People who love to laugh are psychopaths. Judas hole Dry drunk broken bottles can’t handle yourself hide behind your cross still addicted try to feed off light you’re the void still empty inside here’s 30 silver pieces go on back to the Judas hole buy yourself a drink 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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