Tequila Morning (last drink) By Mike Zone

Tequila sunrise

the sun hits the glass

dirty handprint clouds fight the night’s reflections

I want to make love to you in a hall of mirrors

savagely fucking in the distorted landscapes of liquor infused optic nerves dancing through the multiverse of artificial realms never to be enforced by the imaginative glass of nocturnal minded scrambled fantasy

we no longer hangover the wasteland

regret is dead

hope is a maze

good morning beautiful

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.