Morning Pages

Every time I type your name

it’s different like forms of snow

that don’t matter while shoveling

I can hear your punctuation

written out how to breathe

where to stop and start

over and over

A million notes without music

typed too fast transposing

letters & saying things wrong

edited later toward strange

meanings nattering at editors

I know who you are

grimmer & darker

negative easy when no one

tells you to frown

Make it til you break it

& burst like a distant star

gassy old brilliant

Walk through every open door

is advice I hear

unaware where I am going to

Who can parse a voice – you?

Every time I spell you out

a thing less useful conjured

slumps bidden to a threshold

while I explain how one

gets better writing

so as not to forget

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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