Volume 3 Issue 4, October 2019

Ferris E Jones

The Drink Catcher

 

We mewl for our friends,

Those who we loved in the early days.

Karma has sent his messenger

To collect the debt owed

By us all. We anointed ourselves

Rock stars, at least in lifestyle.

The ugly mistress of drugs and drink

Danced like the young girls

Blistered with cocaine

That littered the floors as trash,

On those Saturday mornings.

Too saddled by the peculiar times,

We are simply sent a text, that

Another star has been swallowed.

 

 

 

 Parents Are Gold

 

Lush the memories of nights tucked in

With days free and without sin.

Candid tears sit as your parents leave

With uncertainty you grieve.

They always came home with a small kiss

And once again, you exist.

Remember those tears, the love you hold

They will pass, then they'll be gold.

 

 

 

 The Death Song

 

Complacencies with a sweet coffin

Brings with it a procession of cords.

How you play your song

Will determine your rewards.

 

Foolish risks in the cemetery playground

Brings a suffocation of daily toils.

The swanlike movement of enchantment

And life, it often foils.

About the Poet

Ferris E Jones writes poetry and screenplays from his residence in Puyallup, Washington. His work has been published in Se La Vie Writers Journal, Write on Magazine, Outlaw Poetry, Degenerate Literature 17 and other literary periodicals. He is the recipient of two Grants from the Nevada Arts Council and published several collections of poetry, including To Burning Man, Oh the Path that Followed and As the Toad Sleeps. You can learn more about Ferris E. Jones by visiting www.inquisitionpoetry.com where each month he features the work of other poets.

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