Holiday Spirit By Mike Zone

 

It was the first of the month

Vodka-man and me had just finished putting together a batch

making another killing 

waiting outside the social security office

vodka cooked crack

t’was the season

most wonderful time

of the year

we were in Cork-town

hit a liquor story

“Hey brother, can you a spare dollar?”

“We’re hungry boss.”

We did better

spared a couple twenties

“God bless you, you boys. God is good!” they proclaimed

“Fuck god.” is what I said

“you’re sitting out here, hungry, cold and sober…so fuck god.”

“You can’t say that you’ll go to hell.”

“Oh yeah, I can see how much god loves with all that faith being exactly where you are.”

Vodka-man laughed at these antics as we entered the establishment

We came out with

Hoagies, chips, a dozen forties, two cartons of cigarettes

threw in some pot and quite a bit of rock

we handed them the boxes of stuff

“looks like two drug dealing atheists gave you more than god.”

“Man…fuck god.” one said

“yeah fuck god, brother.

 Best early Christmas ever…

fuck god.”

Mike Zone is the Editor in Chief of Dumpster Fire Press, the author of Fuck You: A Fucking Poetry Chap, Shedding Dark Places (almost), One Hell of a Muse , as well as coauthor of The Grind. A 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.