Monday, January 26, 2015

Two Poems by Ken L. Jones

The Meaning of My Work is

Midnight was just barely a teenager deep below the midsummer nights
Simian fathoms screaming in pain as its blur of neon got into my bones
Until all was graffitied and weightless even as it turned on the tarnished TV
That I used as my inky spirit guide as I dreamt about horses and fragments of all kinds
In my zombie spacecraft that made all the MacDonald's become abandoned in a good time

Let's All Start at the Beginning

Eggs become a moonlit desert with just an imperial wave
While sprawled seductively upon a floating castle
That is tethered to a giant serpent
Until we are ushered to a poolside of limp clocks
And butterfly, butterfly train wrecks
With the help of gravity where morphine
With a whole lot of moving parts becomes an old story
With so many moving parts told by empty hotel room mug shots
That are a thing of beauty that is until they foam
And turn into the kind of absinthe helicopters
That can take us to the mermaids in the reefs
Where I will ride bareback on my dolphin like astonishment
While talking on the phone with the day that my life loses its lease

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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