Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Three Poems by Ken L. Jones
The teenaged sky was unable to speak through the aluminum cans that were its teeth
And so the spearmint boom boxes that were everywhere made a collage of the salt pregnant air
That was too fleeting to be savored and then like all of the tumbleweeds
That I can remember danced off like undulating jewels to where
The towering nothingness of rainbows formed heaven's rows of wooden fences
In the blackening storm clouds there.
The talons of the moon melt like punch
While the sunlight whispers on nearby mesas clad like some biblical epic
Where a cocoon of wild horses jump beds of cactus
While my true love speaks with a haughty tongue
That rises like some mountain forest unknown to any pelicans
Even the most spellbound whoever flew above a beach house
That was sipping whiskey.
The Dreamy Ashes of Base Metals
The acapella ocean galloped like a shadow
Past the coconut scented secret motels
Where the dark night was
Beneath a never ending blue corn moon's fragrance
Which felt like it was a good moment as my jazz sandals
Took m e forth to an afternoon of monkey dreams
That like The Man in the Yellow Hat I still remember
Even in the lethargic slumber of these summer's eves
That will last far beyond September.
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.