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.
The truth of it all
We were taught to look into the beauty of the mind when beauty faded tarnished by misdeeds and haunted projections… oh, how we kissed upon the dunes as you giggled over my joke about watching the submarine races though after the coldness along with the war of being of what we were on this dead red October night I truly wish two nuclear titans had met each other underneath that damn narcissistic lakeshore
Howl for me
The wolf is dead a line inspired by some Detroit badass graffiti the line is more fitting this time, no? not so rogue any more, or are you? tried putting me through the grinder with your wildflower hell goddess venomous mouths lack of wits drowning in cheap booze I tried to make amends you made a joke about my dead child nothing but a wild stray dog staring in dirty urine filled puddle man bites dog is nothing new crawl into a flaming dumpster where you won’t rise a phoenix multidimensional or not
Give away yourself
I saw Artemis in the shower flaming palm tress I wasn’t sure what she was with a lack of hunter-prey sacred white fawn drinking from a crystalline brook funny the things we witness outside gas station bathroom nights where the divine and mystical meet at the hazardous crossroads with beings ground in time and dirty space of course I didn’t approach too many dogs scratching and bleeding sensory overload from the central aired chaos