We’re cornstalk cowboys,
drinkin’ shine from jelly jars.
Burning ice cold flaming tears
toasting every Friday night.
Life lives in evanescent dreams
all the while in a gifted stupor.
An apparent suicide attempt
on the porch after midnight.
John took a swan dive directly
in mother's lovely rose garden.
Cross-eyed gazer to the stars
thoughts rattle about the brain,
kindergarten fun eating paste
and thinkin' bout the untouchable
prom queens and cheerleaders.
Perhaps a bit short on looks,
but I’m so freakin’ shy by nature;
thinkin' I'll just sit right here drinkin’
shine and feelin’ absolutely nothin'.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He has three poetry collections, "The Cellaring", 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His second book, "A Taint of Pity", contains 52 Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection. Ken's third poetry collection, "Zephyr's Whisper", 64 Poems and Parables of a Seasonal Pretense, and includes his poem, "With Charcoal Black, Version III", selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International's recent Nature Poem Contest. Ken won First Prize for his Haiku on Southern Collective Experience. He's been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for the Best of the Net, 2016-2018. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.
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Lovely poem and ending few lines says it all!
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