Wednesday, August 27, 2025

HELP! By Mike Zone


Outside the auto parts store


The sun shines toward approaching eve like a high noon western showdown 


Something off camera grinding


Rapidly approaching 


It ain’t Gary Copper as the clock strikes and the footsteps stop


GOD DAMN, I JUST WANT TO TEACH MY COWORKER HOW TO CHANGE SPARK PLUGS


I grab the wrench just in case


As the crackhead reaches underneath his shirt, teeth grinding like a rusty chainsaw


Pretending to be at the task at hand


“Hey guys I found this baby squirrel outside the crackhouse over there! I just bought crack!”


He thrusts the fuzzy living being in my befuddled chum’s hand 


Eyes closed. Paralyzed.


“If I leave it in the front yard the crackheads will stomp him, I’ll get some napkins or rags from that store over there to wrap him up”


Yeah man, Google says you should just put them back where you found them”


”Nah, man you may as well put him under your tires and run him over if you do that! The crackheads will stomp him!”


He doesn’t come out with napkins


“Damn Mexicans won’t help me! I’m on crack.”


We’re in a Mexican neighborhood not on crack


He’s in a Mexican neighborhood chewing crack rocks, having just bought crack from a crackhouse handing us a crack baby squirrel by association rendering us racist by association


We got this, brother 


He nods, grinding more teeth, I don’t want to punch him have my fist bitten getting infected by crack venom


In turn gnashing my teeth spewing crack venom


“I just got out of prison for killing my friend, why do Ifeel this way?!”


He sips from a bottle of vodka as if it was a job well done and goes 


Hobbling into the not quite sunset


It could’ve been good, bad and ugly 


all at once


Swinging a wrench at a crack maniac frantically trying to change spark plugs before the police arrive…


“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT MY JORDANS ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOUR SOUL!”


He wasn’t wearing shoes


Of course we did what Google said





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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