Poetry Showcase: Mike Zone (March 2023)


To the all the alpha-widows I’ve known…
You used me
which is fine
done this so many times before
when you said you weren’t quite ready for intimacy
I smiled 
It’s never been about that
and I meant it
You used me
getting accustomed to having someone in your bed again
as we held each other- chastely
exchanging innocent, affectionate kisses
You used me
afraid to develop feelings
so you wouldn’t get hurt
needing immediate consoling 
for things I’ve never rendered upon you
in exchange
freezing me out for days
You used me
developing feelings for him
another apology
wanting to remain friends
dick in a glass case syndrome
as you chase alphas
the kind that
physically and psychologically pummel
see, the thing about alphas is…they’re primarily psychos, narcs and sociopaths
so keep getting exhausted from your self-engineered funerals and constant half-hearted resurrections sculpting punching-bag trauma into bright-side venomous ideals
white fences
I’m no beta-simp
As always
I’ll go my own way
with a clear mind
does this make me a sigma?
but here’s some notes for your understanding


at the open bar
glass of tequila 
in hand
all around
painting love
in full sensory exploration
canvas, wine, consumption
ritualistic romance
image based display
pristine simulation
this positive space
has become so negative
steeped in stipulation
a real love affair to experience
there’s no sense of belonging 
in the state of genuine communion
heart touching earth
reaching for the sky
in tender joy

Almost criminal

Sweating out anxiety on this cold February night
no gun is shy tonight
shots fired
grabbing a fish sandwich and cup of coffee on the way back to work
walking straight past the cops
seemingly wanting an answer from me inside the job
three doors down
from where
some dude just got shot 
up in the barbershop
a fight 
at the dive bar 
across the street
where we would plan rips
a burglary
 two doors behind
 the shop
barely legal
slinging pot
on the west side
things stopped going deeper a long time ago

Dirt rides at night

Blood on my loins
hummingbird silence
lord is a man biting dog guiding northern shores toward the effortlessly awakening green light


god is your name
after we make love
a dirty consecration of the purest
a natural synchronicity
when the two of us
in a universal outpouring
one another
when the only absolute is

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.

A Super Poetry Showcase (re-post) from Mike Zone including interview

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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