Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Three Poems by Ken L. Jones

Pretty Much Never

Overcome by fractured thoughts
I think back to when ours was a chance encounter
In the wonderland of aluminum nomad guitar music's awesome din
On that day when with a voice like a honeycomb
Paul McCarthy brought forth never before seen artwork
From the haiku of the flowers that bloomed in the dark
And ever stranger who walked by the circles of ink
That were my vegetable garden which was like some old computer
To most eyes until I retreated to my house to enjoy
A glass of the old scars of bygone eras and days gone by
Beneath the sprawling dreamy waterfall
That was my most oft' listened to symphony
Oh so achingly beautiful as we weaved and swayed as one
In our lurid and unauthorized cuddles
Until we imploded inside of all our lived out dreams
Back in those days when I was still some kind of superhuman
Who was excited about everything

Worlds of Coincidence

With the unbridled dreams of an abandoned child
That had all the utter silence of that dream
Of a night when I first opened doorways
Into other states of being
Past all boundaries and all soarings
Where I first learned to create milk chocolate conceptual art
Back when every rainstorm was unreachable fruit
Back when my cotton candy was still a pair of rubber scissors
In our plastic swimming pool that was so full of "b" sides by The Who
Where in her swooning gown I found
My own personal photo booth and all became

Oceanic Requiem

Since her music box sounded like a fuzz tone guitar
I decided to write this song
This stripped down confessional
About how my third eye was shipwrecked
And submerged in my morphing sorrow
Despite the testament of the tides
On that paint ball splatter of an island
Where the coming of the neon
Was a kind of judgment that melted into the sparrows
Who were building a snowman that looked just like Brian Jones

For the past thirty-five years Ken L. Jones has been a professionally published author who has done everything from writing Donald Duck Comic books to creating things for Freddy Krueger to say in some of his movies.  In the last six years he has concentrated on his lifelong ambition of becoming a published poet and he has published widely in all genres of that discipline in books, online, in chapbooks and in several solo collections of poetry.  

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