Poetry Drawer: When love mattered: Invisible Bones: Give away yourself: Howl for me by Mike Zone

When love mattered

Sunspot on her chin
lost in desire
Cupid torturing a lover
“theft from thyself?”
“who are thou?”
“thou art that?”
an advocate of civil war
“you will find no quiet”
transplant me
somewhere safe within nocturnal wayward delirium
the essence of memory
with but a touch
soulful portraits
of us

Invisible Bones

They’ve made us the type of animals where screams of banal entertainment and the uselessness of bullshit jobs have burnt out our corneas
by the grave of existence
you shall eat the world’s due
of emptiness
of the final rot
with the scent of musty lust and faintly perfumed laced love
you’ll dig deep trenches in beauty’s field
toiling through 40 winter snows
looking back through a looking glass
there’ll be bones piled on high
sunken eyes gazing into empty sockets

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

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

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 co-author 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. 

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