Friday, January 24, 2014

Two Poems by Ken L. Jones

Folklore He Never Remembers

Hollywood reboots the voyeur like a horse drawn
Transformed dream etched in platinum Italian ices
Plucked from daily tabloids hurtling through
Outer space and wearing prerecorded petticoats from Mars
Contains the DNA of dozens of extinct parallel dimensions
Popping up like the tentacles of a thought balloon
There are no Hallmark Cards for the bloody glove
Everything is not only to be tolerated
But is fifty inches long and inflatable too.

Unicorn Hunt

The mind drinks up the highway straight ahead
Dogs and cats in slow motion
On a night full of the evil thoughts of typewriters
Drowning in the dish water of comic books
The image is a loaded gun that must be burned
A well read stomach that must be fed
It lights such a candle that it tapes up your mouth
Like delirium in a red brocade smoking jacket
Inching across your lawn like a snail
Then down the streets of fever in the morning
In a vertigo of top forty song lyrics
Gathering dust on the lips of millions of women
In the navel of a love manual
That can't be purchased at any store.


Ken L. Jones has written everything from Donald Duck comic books to dialogue for the Freddy Krueger movies for the past thirty plus years.  In the last three years he has gained great notice for his vast publication of horror poetry which has appeared in many anthology books, blogs, magazines and websites and especially in his first solo book of poetry Bad Harvest and Other Poems.  He is also publishing recently in the many fine anthology poetry books that Kind of a Hurricane Press is putting out.


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