Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Judas hole By Mike Zone

Dry drunk

broken bottles

can’t handle yourself

hide behind your cross

still addicted

try to feed off light

you’re the void

still empty inside

here’s 30 silver pieces

go on back

to the Judas hole

buy yourself a drink





Mike Zone is the author of A Farewell to Big Ideas, Void Beneath the Skin, Better than the Movie: 4 Screenplays and Fellow Passengers: Public Transit Poetry, Meditations and Musings. A contributing poet to Mad Swirl and contributing writer to the graphic novel series American Anti-hero by Alien Buddha Press. His poetry and stories have appeared in: Horror Sleaze Trash, The Daily Dope Fiend, Outlaw Poetry, The Rye Whiskey Review, Synchronized Chaos and Triadæ Magazine

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