You’re a dream
ever since that weekend
a golden dawn illuminates the frozen earth
reality but a distractive vision
returning home
with you
so far away
yet near
two places
at once
we don’t hunger
only desire
amid star-crossed mindfields
flashback revivals and scar tissue triggers abound
should we wake
let us be settled in our own familiar place
further entwined
breath for breath
I remember our first night
how the room smelled of
vodka and cheese
never had I wanted to die and not die
at a most opportune time
to be preserved
eternally
while you
soundly slept
snoring
killing that important news story
in which none of the world mattered
but the room
a rising sun
waffles , eggs
corned beef hash
haunted by the approaching remains of the day
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.
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