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
After-birth
There’s
a whole bunch of transmissions
from
out the noise- the funk
it
can’t happen here
becomes
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
born
ignited
splendid
illumination
entwined
nudes like a cosmic serpent
staring
at cherry blossoms
on
a blue canvas background
Rigid
Clarification
Gnarled
tree
bald
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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