Shimmer
The ecstasy of space
Robots on acid
Fuck me space-boy,
FUCK ME!
Bloody virgin on a bed of cosmic dust, we can plan an interplanetary genocide or start a religion
But maybe it’s all the same
in outer-space
The ecstasy of space
Robots on acid
Eating peyote
The perennial singularity
Phallus slammed in a closet door, waterlogged in microwave painting with sound- can we break
the brain of god this unknown source of which we feed upon its corpse
My mind is glowing
Vulva shaped spaceship performing terrifying miracles of light as darkness eats stars, wanton
nebula jettisoned in birth reverse swirling fabric of being and time
The ecstasy of space
Robots on acid
Astronauts in love
A carnal quasar pumping frenzy
Nameless
Recordless
no real living beings here
there are no cages but boundaries
without pasts an ever uncertain present and veiled future
dire transformation
distracted bv skin and sin
the divine motive looking for that spark in primary colored space-jockeys
switching sex organs, eyes and limbs
lies, fate, false memories
The ecstasy of space
Ocean of the void
Robots on acid
The singularity will be fragmented and unrecognizable
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Mike Zone is the Editor-in-Chief of Dumpster Fire Press, co-founder of Deadstar:Control, and manager of the band Tail From the Crypt along with being a producer for the record label Paranormal Vinyl Cassettes Hair Extensions. He is the author of Wonderful Turbulence, Fuck You: A Fucking Poetry Chap, The Earth Was Shaking For Days, Shedding Dark Places. Also 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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