Icarus Wings
Stumbling around with waxwork wings mangled damaged ground flights amidst underground turmoil I looked to the sky and saw the sun and it was you solar rays far reaching tigress burning bright I took flight knowing all too well how worth it, it would be to burn bright to burn away at your touch wings melted to touch the Earth a crash wrapped in ecstasy "my god" that phrase- MY GOD MY GOD- humble thyself before thee I need your assistance Your restoration Taken aback Give me understanding MY GOD- I ask thee, let me plead with thee A self-serving prayer I cannot comprehend my misery Divine nor man-made MY GOD- whom I own Do not mock what is mine Do not question nor conflate this narrative My god and I are one Reflective of one another Made in his image We are the divine face Of the divine face Every knee shall bend Head will bow Tongue shall break MY GOD- it’s just all too incomprehensible the language of stars older than words cosmic orbs elongated through a lunar light shining liquid constellations- maps of voluntary imaginary worlds as real the as mirror held up to reality in a picture or video-drone captivity take an atomic breath inhale depleted ozone remember the void conjuring the map from whence we came upon the origin of this pale blue dot I’ll always remember the ghosts of electromagnetic fields how dust is really ash and that the land may waste as psychopathic empires collapse pockets of savagery will survive in urban wilderness compassion and insight begin anew a much finer world but for now I’ll caress nocturnal puddles washing more celestial bodies into an infinite sea Skin-graft Remembering the fire what we were then what we are now how the flame quickly licked my back there’s this small scar I got we never got to talk about but that’s okay being mostly forgotten seldom echoes keep our fury caged you’re staring at a wall of concrete for about forty-five years me? I’m just sitting here, sipping tea, writing MASS PSYCHOSIS Trigger and implode Society is imploding I love it trigger and implode keep voting centrist trigger and implode keep voting conservative trigger and implode give me more implosion trigger and implode bring on the reset trigger and implode trigger and implode narco-fascism= narc-rot love it or leave it trigger and implode 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.
Fevers of the Mind 
So good to see Mike’s needed voice in the Showcase for Fevers of the Mind!! Thanks David and of course to the Maestro.
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