I Am A Poet

What does that 

even mean ——

It suggests I ->

might be a god

but I do not think I am a god. 

Am I shaman – 

journeying and healing the tribe 

I don’t think I’ve healed myself – 

(let alone anyone  – else). 

I listen to the Melvins –

They have a beat 

which I 


I live in a small flat –

Which is mine — all mine

… no people share my space. 

… I would like to have a dog –

I used to be a cat person. 

Now I would prefer a dog

I wake up in the early am:

I am older 

I do not wake up 

with a constant erection anymore. 

I go straight for my cigarettes 

it’s the first thing I want. 

I do not wake up wanting sex 

all morning – unless 

it is a crescent moon 

then – I am virile 

and ready for 


I Am A Poet —

And I can tell you:

It means nothing – 

And NOTHING is quite ok with me. 

I don’t WANT anything — anymore 

I am Not a GOD

I am not – a shaman. 

I do not care for the future –

For I live right 

now – 

No prediction will frighten me 

no matter how real 

and terrifying. 

I am a poet —

I write my own future

I am writing it 



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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