5 poems from Mike Zone for June

*warning language content*

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. 

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 feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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