Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Mike Zone With Solar Hair Ignites Shaman's Flight Singeing Cherry Blossoms In A Vodka Haze

Teenage Space Sex-Dream

The ship is alive!
we switch organs
sleek chrome vulva shape
stretching toward- the galaxy
disturbing black holes, disentangling quasars
celestial energy spiraling deep
into heavenly speared egg-shell minds- cracking
the perceptions of exploring- tongues along arched bodies
cold laughter- searing adrenaline
“they won’t make our movie
with our candy colored rooms.”
it’s the herald ordeal all over again
the letdown of a cosmic saga
solar hair ignites the bedroom
perspiration secrets the deadly milky way
stardust rain upon Kansas plains
the Sentrynauts strike!
They hide in our schools! Bag our Groceries! Wait our tables!
Jerk our sodas! Wash our cars! Nympho at the funeral parlor!
Watchers of Worlds- Explorers of Emotions
Mushroom delights- Alien orgasms
Among the trees
behind pastel colored
bug zapping subdivisions
incendiary planetary mania 


There’s a whole bunch of transmissions
from out the noise- the funk
it can’t happen here
the plot against Amerika
when the plot should be-
EXIT- the borderlands
Establish the free-zone
kiss the tips of psychic cosmo percussion tendrils
devour sunflower cacti
hooting and hollering at commerce carnage
inducted viruses
hammers are for war
hammers are for building
I’m the madman
speaking to the grass and the trees
let the others suckle
at the foundations of glass
and concrete towers
mindless definitions
some will speak to the elements inside
invoke the natural chain of being
climbing down Mount Meru
flowing down the jeweled river- Nirvana
maybe, that’s what all the suffering
is- was
chaos never flows without order
perception, just
a sliver of fractal reality
rays of sunlight
bless the skin
ignite fire of mind
souls unite
in grand evolutionary manner
in the triumph of doom laden might
shamans’ flight
a vulture overhead- inspecting
were not dead…yet

Green Tea Bedroom

Lost in the moment
 the sight of C’s saucer shaped eyes
void dark
anything but desolation
millions of galaxies
splendid illumination
entwined nudes like a cosmic serpent
staring at cherry blossoms
on a blue canvas background

Rigid Clarification

Gnarled tree
attempt to hug the Aztec sun
encased figures
glass and steel- sealed
pay no mind- sip coffee
stuck in screens- trivial talk
a sign informs me
“cascara is the fruit of the coffee cherry”
a blonde fidgets in her chair
short skirt- bare thighs
eyes wandering toward the painted sun
on this pitch black night
informs me the desire
 of that cherry pie
vodka cranberry on the side
I get up and leave

in a safe but uncomfortable haze

Mike Zone is the author of Fellow Passengers: Pubic Transit Poetry, Meditations & Musings andBetter than the Movies: 4 Screenplays. His poetry and stories have been featured in: Because Eileen, Horror Sleaze Trash, In Between Hangovers, Synchronized Chaos, Triadae Magazine and The Voices Project. He scrapes by in Grand Rapids, MI

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