By Ken Allan Dronsfield

 

Wild rambling rose of ocular bloom

salted crackers served with tequila

worms hiding from the reapers plate

ripple chips best to have with clam dip

swirling icy vortex of inebriated candor

toast with gin and choke down ramen

pin-stripe gray suit with a flamboyant tie.

I’ve lost all sight of that ruthless treason

reverence hidden in a purple pious cross

Expedia searches for a ticket to nowhere

the kibitzer only charges two cents a day

eyes shining a scarlet glow during twilight

with darkness arrives the blood red moon

the raucous dogs of war howl until sunrise

reprieve I concede as I’m left on a sandbar

adrift in a dispirited life with scars of glass.

 

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 2018 Nature Poem Contest. His poetry recently won Third Place for the Christmas Poetry Contest by Academy of the Heart and Mind. Ken has 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, Turbo and Yumpy.

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