Why Technology Tastes So Awful To Me Now
The koi fish fat and lazy
Arches up in the moonlight Tickles breadcrumbs from my palm
Then disappears in a shatter of water
That turns the lily pads into flying saucers
Warping through a 1950’s universe
Of Christmas tree lights
Seen though pin pricked
Black velvet covered cardboard.
Handwritten Notes In Top Hat and Tails
An outdoor oil derrick
Goes about its work 24-7
A greedy vampire
On the sandy beach jetty
It sucks the land dry
It taxes the topography
Until it speaks in tongues
And begs for nuclear power plants
No matter how unsafe or unproven
A perfect blonde in almost
Nonexistent beach wear
Teeth full out like a horse
Sniffs at the killer lake
That is being born
In the tidal pools at her feet
Everything so silent that
Not even a single seagull can be heard
Nor even the phosphorescent ping
Of a seaweed pod being broken open
And I am afraid that this
Frost Giant’s daughter
Is going to cry
Oh sad mysterious elder sister
Of the moon over the sea
Let me look at your hair unbound
What a gentle mysterious shipwrecked child
Must live within you
Whose gills throb in the throat of
These dream journals of mine
Chrome and steam and wind swept
Her flesh becomes pristine scrapbooks
To be read in the human cathedral
Where wind chimes shift to slow
In the brutality of ocean breezes.
A Few Choice Lines About The Deities of the Mad Tea Party
Green husks everywhere
Bamboo like stalks
Now divested of their
Ripe golden roasting ears
Filaments of silk
Blow on the wind like manna
The most wonderful and yet neutral
Smells of the kernels themselves
The ruts in the cultivated earth
Dark and brown
And moist and fertile
And all beneath a painfully
China blue sky
Agog with chicken and dumpling symmetryed clouds
On this most perfect of harvest afternoons.
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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