Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Outside the bathroom window by. Mike Zone


The man in the yellow hat
stares down his rusted toilet
swirling- pondering death
he knows better
having chances after chance
to shuffle the mortal coil
while still a fugitive
poisoning poets
pointing murderers to friends
once upon a time dissidence meant resistance
instead of a bargaining chip for dying lives
outwardly scarred and internally deformed
awaits the butcher’s assistant, strumming his blue guitar
soon she will be dead like her mother, sister, father
(an old country woe)
shuts his blinds
without country nor home
next time he’ll use the service station bathroom
across the street- it’s less haunted
it’s inherited
the owner is royalty




Mike Zone is the author of Void Beneath the Skin, Fellow Passengers: Pubic Transit Poetry, Meditations & Musings and Better than the Movies: 4 Screenplays. He is the co-writer of the graphic novel series American Anti-hero from Alien Buddha Press. His poetry and stories have been featured in: Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, In Between Hangovers, Mad Swirl, Rasputin Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, Triadae Magazine and Your One Phone Call. He scrapes by in Grand Rapids, MI






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