Busted the zipper on my jeans, fatso 

blue hair fading growing out grey-black 

beard already snowy – 

66 maybe 20 years left. 

“We’re building a community 

of health and wellness” 

– the billboard promises – 

while here comes Homeless Dirty Hands 

with his label’d 

Zombie Survival Kit bag

Was the girl in the 

faux snow leopard coat 

speaking in tongues 

or just really 



Once again Los Angeles 

and Richard has a new way to make coffee – 

the coffee maker broken. 

“Turn on the gas & light the stove 

you’ll probably need a flashlight” 

handing it to me 

the Japanese screen at the window 

torn methodically by the cat 

one big gash 

lets in the gray brilliance 

of Mar Vista morning fog 

not yet burned off from the beach 

the smaller tears 

a pattern of strange beast poetry 

feed me that was good touch my belly


It said “near the airport” 

– it wasn’t – 

“Non-smoking room” 

– stench of cigarette decades. 

– Free wifi down  

TV broken 

I hurried back to Terminal 5 

after broken sleep –  

bus to first day of retreat

Published by Mike Zone

Mike Zone is the former Editor in Chief of Dumpster Fire Press and managing editor of Concrete Mist Press. The author of Screaming in the End: Poems and Stories, Fuck You: A Fucking Poetry Chap, Shedding Dark Places (almost), One Hell of a Muse , as well as coauthor of The Grind and Razorville. A frequent contributor to Alien Buddha Press and Mad Swirl. His work has been featured in: A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Black Shamrock Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Better Than Starbucks, Piker Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Synchronized Chaos, and Cult Culture magazine.

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