Monday, June 11, 2018

The Fugitive By Mike Zone

The fugitive put down his hat
he sat on the crate
vintage discarded Unity Produce Company
“I’d like to explain a few things” he said
brushing off his yellow fedora
slicking back what remained
once raven, now gun metal gray
sprouting from crisped scalp
a purge by fire, baptism by acid
liquid gold by sweat of men’s hands
blood bound for the land
via the formulation of brotherly bonds
soul in the dark dwelling of human bondage
men of dust and ashes unto flesh
he sighed
that was all that needed to be said
in unknown intimacy
at once confession and proclamation
the visitor got up to leave
carefully parted the blinds
through slits and slivers of moon
the necropolis of exiles
shined on
awaiting daybreak air-sirens

and manic tragedy

About Mike Zone:
Mike Zone is the author of Void Beneath the Skin, Fellow Passengers: Pubic Transit Poetry, Meditations
& Musings and Better than the Movies: 4 Screenplays.  He is the co-writer of the graphic novel series
American Anti-hero from Alien Buddha Press. 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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