Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Three Poems by Ken L. Jones

Lyrical Amalgamation

Max Ernst horses are everywhere
As I pull off the highway at Technicolor
And they edit my DNA until it has a musty old book smell
While ten speed bicycles stamp their feet
And nobody ever notices the tone of fresh picked wonder
That is in every garden shed no matter however dark
As they become cowboys in the attic of an Easter Sunday
That will eventually become a faded and chipped sign
That leads to a dead man's Comic Con

Dirge for Prince

Galaxy sprawling afternoon has now passed
Yet his many decades' drum stomps
Are still topped with creme de come-hither gasps
And the lit incense of a starfish that will forever last
This character in a yellow ruffled video game
Who was tapped into merging with all that is forbidden
While hearing the melodies in a ping-pong match
Attended as always by razor fenced unattainable women
In the emerging technologies that were all in the radius of his blast
As he taught us to touch one another while insisting on catnip
And was so overcome with the emotion of that
That  he turned the Bat Cave into wax paper with his too much pepper guitar solos
All of this now only scrapbook pages oh so windowless
Which once through a combination of treats and affection
Reached the highest level of abstraction
Before becoming as melted and smooth as crying doves
Remembered now in these down hours that are sylph like
For opening the Pandora's Box of what is gone is gone
Leaving behind only the scent of his dragon fly wings
That will live forever in his songs

Poetry is Just

Daylight gives way to unquiet dark with great ceremony
As my mistress of away and gone speaks to me
With a watery voice that rejoices like charcoal
Calling unto me that we both become shadow puppets
Forever in the sweet bye and bye
And with each crimson breath that she took
Volcano light illumed her demask cloak
As each new word became a circus freight train
Speeding past that twitched
With the fatigue of one hundred year old oaks

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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