Three Poems by Ken L. Jones

A Battle with Strange Beings

October is no gentleman as it buttons up an eternal life
That is like a freezer full of leftovers
A Cesar salad of bicycles whizzing by
The prickly pear orange sound of the Velvet Underground
Who were a pound of flesh from a canyon's edge
That was vaster and might not have happened exactly as she remembers it



Shapes that Fade to

Night wanders around on the tripod legs of all that I have penned
And as if inspired by a teddy bear raves on and on about I remember when
While Glacier Point's warm words try to do a sequel to no matter the weather
As its wool is sheared off by the majesty of daydreams as effervescent
As olive brine and whose bitter tinge will unfortunately not live forever



Just Needs to Cast a Spell

The nights are long in the pages of my decades
As they escape into the lake shore's rosy tint
Along razor sharp trails filled with snow
To a gilded dreamland down below
Now all dust and weary but still an epiphany
For every fast hurtling season
That drags me along in the wake of its tidal fury





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.