Poetry by Mike Zone

Dan Finnen


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A lesson in Alchemy

Han Shan on Cold Mountain
sutras tumbling down
ice clinks in the glass
a beer for the devil
whisky for me
whores bring the holy
wine sunset
divine lunar light
flesh circus of infinite sight
here we all thought- we were dead
in the glory of slow crawl
evolution and future tense
pleasure domes
Khan of Ka upon present moments
Ka-ka
When you wish what was lost
was never found
fully abound madness
a celebration within meditation
atom bomb, you can go home now
we’ve already buried the world
for good




false muse and me

Left Jim Morrison by the sea
highway haze- gettin’ to me
between heaven and hell- paradise shit
hysteria, drag queen lovers, reptile queens
she said, all golden haired “…know-it-all, little old man who lives in a shoe.
I make $35 an hour, what are you, just some warehouse clown?”
I could’ve loved her once
perhaps she could’ve become attached to me
but we didn’t
subterranean homesick blues among Shelly and Keats
drag queen passenger confession
genuine empathy over hash, eggs and reefer
no romance but reality
the internal panic- zen
a flight from poetry, I can never escape

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Bio: Mike Zone is the author of Fellow Passengers: Pubic Transit Poetry, Meditations & Musings and Better than the Movies: 4 Screenplays. 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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