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The birds are communicating their wisdom to the trees, who are breathing their wisdom to the breeze, which is trying mightily to survive in tact. The artillery shell explodes in fragments as if Bert Bacharach were on the attack, selling falitas at a taco stand on 10th, the whole while importing surplus Xanax from Mexico at a dollar a pop. Stop.
The ceaseless communications from the disembodied
entities begins again. If they manifest themselves too much, odd
occurrences, like gentle gusts of wind, appear like popped popcorn
kernels. The nugget of truth in all this is the transcendental realm of
the never dead, who feed this consciousness via electricity or fiber optic
high intensity microwave coaxial data transfer, flying through our skies
at the speed of light.
||Ken Jones has been a published poet since 1984 in both academic and underground journals. He has an M.A. in Creative Writing from the University of Texas at Austin. He currently divides his time between Houston, TX and Venice Beach, CA, teaching English. You can generally be assured of reaching him at firstname.lastname@example.org, but Poet Ken is notorious for a free spirited approach to life, so no guarantees.|
The following poems have been
|THE LAST FRESH EYELASH||POST OAK v. ROANOKE||STOP SIGNS|
|10:10--HOUSTON SATURDAY MORNING||LEARN FROM THE ONE NEARBY||ONE IS THE REASON|
|EXPECTANCY TABLES||PARALYZED IN THE WHEEL CHAIR||TAROT BY SUSAN--FREE READING|
|FLAT ON OUR BACKS< POCO DIABLO< SEDONA||DING-DONG--IT'S AVON!||DIVERSITIES DIGITIZE THE DIVINE|
|SLEEPING OFF THE AGONIES||ONE-EYED FOOLS BRAYING||THE LABYRINTH|
|ONE LAST SHOT||THE THRACIAN MAID:UPDATED||WHITE FENCES WAIT FOR TAINT|
|THE MENDICANT WHO COULDN"T MEND||UNKNOWN HOME||HOW YOU MIGHT RELAX TONIGHT|
Transformer wires circle like a spyrochite
Eroded purpose's worst leftovers
Lie cold and old in the Frigidaire.
Random Electron Spins determine
Lifetimes of whys and lost charges
Free radicals search for a covalent bond
Take stock in their lost par value.
The parvenu removes his molar
Sacrifices the silver filling at a solar altar
Mayan blood overflows on the ziggurat's stone
Into cups of human femur bone.
Three naked goddesses embrace their hate
Wipe their bloody wet lips into kisses
Touching the last fresh eyelash, their mates
Know their hidden souls are where bliss is.
Corporate towers surround the sound
Of a lone gunshot in objection.
No foundation of percipient knowledge
Sustained in the underfunded silence
Reversible error? See for yourself.
Among the youngish ruins, a woman's dreams
Learned that determined to lie beyond their control
Are face masks, eye holes, totem bracelets
Other adornments for a reviving tribal sense
Alive to their whys, the bounty heaven-sent.
Spirits come in gentle breezes
Feloniously asporting the philosopher's stone.
Discolored wood shards strewn by my wake-up spot
Match the brown pretzel junk of my junkie crash bed.
Drunk on fine wine, morning birds converse
In sharp chirps, long melodious lines. Then One
Clearly influenced by his surrounding
Sings like a car alarm on an urban assault vehicle
Loosing the uproar of pure sotto voce spirit.
The birds all live in trees like Kobe,Japan apartment dwellers
Talking back and forth, busy in the bustle
Yet eventually dusted by shuffling
Among Earth's Earthquake ruins for a motherly New One.
This ancient native stopped in the street to stare
He pushed his possessions in a shopping cart
He nobly tilted his nose toward the light
He refused to move in response to primate signals
He stood his ground as ancient truth abounded
He glared at us as if we were descendents of conquerors
He knew one of us didn't know his heritage
He blasted the labyrinth of solitude enveloping us
He walked on purposefully, message delivered.
The 3 legged beast from Saturn's fifth moon
Disturbed my concentration one spring day
Ringing my cellular all afternoon
No pleading kept his attention away.
"Hark, Earth Creature, be truthful if you can
Great Squads of my fellows await your words.
Is there hope for that form you call 'human'?
We have chosen you to make their case heard."
"Though grown in the Spirit, still I'm confused
I wish One would shine down, we need it soon.
Though too weak in the flesh, such must be used
By 3 legged beasts from Saturn's fifth moon."
"Why, this One is the Reason!" They thundered.
Then apologized for how they had blundered.
I was to give an entertainment for the benefit of a friend
The thing that bothered me most was mathematical
FLAT ON OUR BACKS< POCO DIABLO< SEDONA
| Woman's mouth holds lies to die for
Man's forked tongue sticks out
Both caught in flight to avoid
The Word unheard in their shout.
Woman's lips cast a daemon's glow
Man's teeth tear at its jaws
Dirunal yearnings interrupted flow
Erupts out both, spews on their paws
Then Woman and Man together come
Under the standing wilderness
Nakedly beautiful and unafraid
Of the best lies in this caress.
|In a Chinese rock garden in Byron Scott's backyard
I thought to write of God the Oneness
As bamboo stalks clicked rhythm in the wind
And tiny chirps, followed by winter's bellows.
The cold pumped goosebump ribbing
Through my thin clothing. Then an impulse
Led me to take a nitrous oxide hit.
The instant buzz of pshychopoetic spirits
Filled my exhale, filled the world
Which answered back by filling me
With the all-encompassing Why It Be
Which in deed and word, is All Around Me
Whatever Me might Be.
You see? You see?
No matter--it is seen.
But then that mystic state ends
And on the ground--a hard gray canister
So clinical, not in tune
With the Nature wisdom
Which bombs the ruin that is You.
Oneness, I surrender
Do me as you will.
We all believe our stigmata are unique.
During the Grand Silence
Your bloody sweat fools no one
Even in your hour of darkest midnight need
Wiped blank as a skanky prankster
Tortured by the scorching naysayers
Heightened expectorate invigorates
Our Spirit walks a labyrinth in life
To heal the Earth we first must heal ourselves
We clean the bottles off the dusty shelves
And then never again dirty our wells:
Unavoidable poisons, with shrewd stealth
And learn the subtle cycle for her health.
No. She is our source, our fountain whose vibe
The stargazer fell into a deep pool.
Nature crushes then she teaches
These gaps in my wisdom, your warm words seal.
Vowing to destroy all addictive insanity
I am a mendicant who can't mend what I am
I made a house of houselessness
I made a spouse of spouselessness
Then one morn I awoke
So an answerlessness
Today's journey has ended here