Saturday, June 18, 2016

Ken Allan Dronsfield- A Poem

Soul Circus, UFOs and Corn Dogs

Behind midway lights live alien souls
waltzing through dreams, devoid of life.
Excitement flares; a mother ship lands
as patrons hunt cotton candy stands.

A favorite game of the screaming insane
launch an arrow high into the night sky
run around in wonder, where it will strike.
Perhaps in the sand, or your right eye.

Tractor pull is on, rumbling the coffins
tilt a whirl spins, grasping for dear life
hide twixt the rides, young are smoking
pick your own poison, puff puff, cough.

Games shutting down, midnight is here.
dancing on the strip as the lights go low
parking lot empty, as the masks come off
swap out the booty at a corn dog stand.

The hideous and dark gather stolen souls,
stored in a dybbuk box; off to the next town.
The trucks roll the back roads, moving slow,
the UFO loaded to the dark side of the moon.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at His published work can be found in journals, magazines, reviews and blogs throughout the web including: Indiana Voice Journal, The Literary Hatchet Magazine, Belle Reve Journal, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes, Bewildering Stories and many others.

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