Three Poems by Mike Zone

 

Horror Clock Saturday night

Bubblegum woodshop voodoo

Laughing & stabbing

Can you see the spirits dream?

In human zoo turbulence?

Terror nocturnal

Awakened zero hour- daybreak horror

What do we see in the mistakes of dead ancestors?

The folly of misfortune in strangeness?

A collapse of triumph

A lack of grace

Cherry blossoms-ashen

Falling

A cobra sprouts feathers

Striking venomous wingspan

In slithering flight 

 

 

Cheesy cornbread/black coffee meditation

I thought I felt the frosted grasp of Death

Then saw Beauty

She acknowledged me

With a hint of malice

Butterfly wings and knife fight crescendos

Cicada summer songs

English tobacco scents

Tasting peach cobbler on long remembered distant breaths

Sermon soaking

At the tarantula church

Whorehouse in red

Breathing in disembodies lungs

(all roads straight and narrow…

Ribcages are echo chambers

lead nowhere)

live dying

inner-space dreamtime

traverse unsoundly 

 

 

Boy eats rust

Get me off this planet-

Prison planet

E for extinction

The boy who eats rust

My hair glows eclipse with rain

Hanging by a thread I dream you like jazz

Crossbone delight

Mike Zone is the former Editor in Chief of Dumpster Fire Press and managing editor of Concrete Mist Press.

The author of Screaming in the End: Poems and Stories, Fuck You: A Fucking Poetry Chap, Shedding Dark Places (almost), One Hell of a Muse , as well as co-author of The Grind and Razorville.

A frequent contributor to Alien Buddha Press and Mad Swirl. His work has been featured in: A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Black Shamrock Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Better Than Starbucks, Piker Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Synchronized Chaos, and Cult Culture magazine.