Santa Klaus Is Running Your Town
by PoetKen

You better not shout!
You better not protest!
Just get in line
For your daily Covid test
Santa Klaus is running your town.

He’s making a list
Of the compliant and hated
To send to quarantine
The unvaccinated
Santa Klaus is running your town.

They monitor you when you’re sleeping
Your IPhone is always awake
He knows if you obey or act crappy
You’ll get no presents and you’ll be happy!

So you better stay home
You better not mingle
Or your Christmas bells
Will be the handcuffs’ jingle
Santa Klaus is running your town
To keep you safe from deadly Omicron!!!

Santa Klaus


The Poet rises up each day
Writes to take the fear away
That tomorrow he might not write
Or have the strength to fight.
His words come from his holy soul
They seek to make people whole
Or at least to have them stop and think
How we’re all chained in this link
Of human feelings and raw needs
His heart of love often bleeds.
But if one person hears his thoughts
He knows his efforts weren’t for naught
So today I thank you all who read
These simple thoughts my spirit breeds..


After “Absolute” by PoetKen

The Fall of 7Th Grade when I turned 12
A Negro Boy named Fat Larry Haynes
Sat next to me on the bench in gym class.

“Does everybody who’s black have a big dick?”
I mused aloud, as we sit here after First Period
Too embarrassed to shower after our morning basketball
To show my still underdeveloped body
Naked to these giant Black Kangz
Who’d been bused to our side of town
To strip us of our White Privilege.

“Hell, No” Fat Larry laughed.
“I can’t even seen mine under all this fat.
Just sit here with me and change your clothes
The coach don’t care and no one will notice”

We became friends then
Talking every morning after gym class
Now connected to a long line
Of retracted penile crowns.

You must know
This feeling too
Of believing yourself
To be so much less
So much less than your
Still undescended gonads
Your faint wisps of pubic hair
And your “grower not a shower”
Shriveled 12 year old junk.

And there we were

And there we were

And there we were

The mystery of adolescent development
Embodied in the Cullen Junior High boys locker room.

Fortunately, (Unfortunately)
My parents used their white privilege
To send me to private school the next two years
So I never sat next to a Negro again.
As to Fat Larry Haynes
His Big Beautiful Black Body
Is probably lying dying or dead
Diabetes ridden, overworked and underpaid
Somewhere by the Cuts

Oh! How could we not have seen this before
We are so much more
Whites have so much more...

So this morning I took a knee
And chopped off my offensive white member
With my kitchen butcher knife.
Oh! Holy Kangz of AmeriKKKa
I am so much less
I am so much less....


Dr. Fausti

Literary Corner with Ken Jones

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POET KEN’S latest book published Summer 2020 in India! Meditations of Oneness - Book
Meditations on the Oneness  

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Lone Star Listens: Poet Ken Jones and THE WAY LIFE GOES

ARS POETICA IS OUR 2020 By PoetKen Jones

What is the purpose of these word seeds
In a country of hatred and disease?
A chance for lonely souls to feed
Rather then rage and riot their need.

As we share across this holy land
May we all understand
The King’s dream that together we stand
Is so close at hand.

I’m a peasant, royal fool, and jester
Seeking Justice as my gesture
May anyone who listens
Learn to live a bit better

For at the end of a day or life
We won’t be healed by the strife
But by the love we show each other
As equal sisters and brothers

KHJ 220pm CDT 10-20-20



Ken Jones

Poet Ken Jones

PoetKen Jones is a native Texan who has published ten full length poetry collections, numerous chapbooks and hundreds of individual poems in literary journals, anthologies, websites and other forums, as well as performing his original work for over 30 years as a Featured Poet at bookstores, conferences, festivals, and countless venues in Texas and across the United States. He earned a BA and MA in English/ Creative Writing from The University of Texas at Austin, taught college level English, Creative Writing, and other subjects for almost 20 years in Houston and has served on the Board of Public Poetry, (Houston),The Austin International Poetry Festival, and hosted a popular poetry reading series for almost ten years at Borders-River Oaks.

A few of his honors include:


Finalist for the West Chester Poets Prize


A Pushcart Prize nominee


the 2011 Critics Choice Award winner at the Houston Fringe Festival


The University of Texas at Brownsville has opened a permanent archive of his creative work in their library.


He is also a licensed attorney In Texas, practicing as a country lawyer in the Come and Take it Town of Gonzales, where he currently resides.


In the Life Care Center
Death came to stay
I wanted to share my Love
But they kept me away
What a way to go
Sent away to hide
Peering though a window
To The Other Side
They’re not trying to be mean
They’re just part of the machine
Where money fills the holes
In our empty souls
Now the government told me
Practice social isolation
I don’t care what they sold me
My heart isn’t their nation
So I stand outside my final home
Alone to the bone
Inside the virus is spreading
All that we’ve been dreading
In this world of unknowns
That we’re finally shedding
Or offering a welcome....

Chapbook On Viral Infectious  Disease 19
By PoetKen Jones 3-3-20 through 3-22-20


“I weep for the damned eventualities this future brings”
-F Scott FitzGerald

Letter from Quarantine South France 1920



PoetKen Live at the Whiskey a Go-Go LA, CA 2007

A Review of Dormant Volcano by Ken Jones (Weasel Press Nov. 2015) by Daved E. Cowen

Houston Poet Ken Jones dedicates his newest volume of poetry to “all the poets who publish in the pages of the “little” journals.” This is an apt dedication because all of the pieces in this volume were original published in “little” journals, though some such as the journals of the Austin and Valley International Poetry Festivals may argue that they have since grown up. The book is divided into four sections: Philosophy, Poetry, Politics and People. He opens the four sections with the words of Lame Deer, Lakota Sioux Medicine Man declaring

I think white people are so afraid of the world they created that they don’t want to see, feel, smell or hear it.

Jones gives us a remarkable volume in Dormant Volcano. There are no punches pulled in this work. Jones cuts into the meat and muscle of modern American life commenting, cajoling, chastising and even pleading; asking in the end “can we change?” The negative answer is apparent throughout the book.

The first section, Philosophy, dwells on what might be best described as the white man’s angst at a world where emotion and passion have been cauterized and dried like the husk of an empty caldera. Jones laments this tepid state of existence in the title poem “Dormant Volcano” declaring that “Not even ash endures Inside this empty hole.” In this Jones presents the life less lived. The uncomfortable intercourse with the waters of existence where the swimmers find that their pool is as shallow as they know themselves to be. Walking through various philosophical fallacies and end points Jones concludes this section the ultimate answer in “What a Can Can Be”

I see it and say
“It is there
It is all there
It is all there is.”

In his Poetry section Jones dwells on his personal relationship with the art of writing poetry and the anguish of the poet who publishes in the “little journals.” In “On Finishing Jersey Rain” ´Jones compares the poet who has made it to the “big” journals with the lesser known

When he writes, the Global Village listens.
When you spew, a drunk in a corner hisses.

In “Life Cycle of an Unknown Poet” Jones begins with his bold intentions at rebellion

Though middle aged and hardly a sage
I always offer comment.
Scrawling black thoughts on a yellow page
I often erupt in dissent.

But in the end reality corrects his aspirations

Bawling dark regret at brawling opponents
I forever live my defeat.

With the section devoted to Politics Jones attacks what he sees as the hypocrisy of American values. In “Hands Across America” Jones strikes hard at this hypocrisy and the fallacious logic of those “wishin’” injustice did not have a true face

Obese secretaries
Hypocritical celebrities
Opportunistic politicians
All just singin’ and wishin’
That economic inequities
Were simply simple stories
And the homeless should dissolve
In the face of their phony resolve

Jones goes on to blast Trent Lott, the insurance companies denying coverage after Katrina, politicians and hypocritical blindness to reality. In “Border Crossing” Jones humanizes the journey of the undocumented trying to cross into the United States

Like Moses we’ll float
Across the big river
As Jesus was baptized
Then became our savior

Jones ends that piece with drowning immigrants struggling for freedom with U.S. immigration officers on one side and human traffickers on the other side of the Rio Grande laughing at their plight. In “The Windy City” racism is the focus describing the anger of a white mob chastising a doomed African American child caught in the mud and waves because he “contaminated” their beach. Jones’ attacks on racism include the treatment of Native Americans, manifest destiny, the desolation of American inner city neighborhoods. All of these are sharp tongued, biting incriminations that leave little room for reply.

The final section of the book entitled People contains little tales of individuals representing the human condition. The actress who fails every day and drowns her sorrows in food. The stubbornness of Vince Lombardi refusing to believe his chronic constipation had any meaning to his life until it became the harbinger of the end of his life. Jones comments that Lombardi, admired as the great American winner, represents

America’s best
Uptight buzz cut righteousness!

In “Peace of my Childhood” Jones presents the narration of an adult who suffered through horrible abuse only to find freedom in the art of his poetry

So today I make my own peace
These hungry memories I release
Catharsis flows so easily
On this page I’m finally free

The poetry of Ken Jones is biting, hard, sardonic. Humor is presented in the blackest of terms following the direst of events. Yet, it is perhaps the catharsis Jones speaks of in “Peace” that summarizes his point of view. Only by accepting the harshness of the past can we cleanse ourselves from it. Yet in the end Jones still wonders in the final poem of this excellent collection, entitled “Hasta La Vista, Baby" whether anything can ever change:

One wonders: can Homo Americanus change?
Learn to hate only the hatred of the intolerant?
Defy through Life celebration, not Death deification?

PoetKen Live at Starving Artist Gallery, Houston, TX 2014


Poet Ken's collections of poetry can be ordered at Amazon.com

Ken Jones Newest Collection of Poetry, 2019

Email Epistles
The biological definition of a "living organism "is one that responds to its environment Ken Jones responds instantly with lightning epiphanies. His creations far exceed the stimulus. Enjoy his responses!

-- thom woodruff, thom the worldpoet

Book Cover Pearls of Passion by KenJones

Pearls of Passion 2014,
a collection of love Poetry

Book Cover- Life Expectancy

Ken Jones

Book Cover - Unutterable Blunders and Palace Disasters-KenJones

Unutterable Blunders and Palace Disasters
published by PlainViewPress in 2006.

Book Cover -Ceaseless Greasepaint in Combat Stance by Ken Jones

Ceaseless Greasepaint in Combat Stance
Published by Slough Press in 2007

Book Cover - Pleadings from the Pleiades by Ken Jones

Pleadings from the Pleaides
(Poetry in the Arts Publications), available at www.poetryinarts.org and his latest chapbook is Bones of Rebellion (Brave New Books chapbook series).

Book Cover Dormant Volcano

"Philosophy, poetry, politics, and people, Ken Jones’ Dormant Volcano covers a wide range of topics and expertly at that. Jones combines traditional devices with an experimental twist in order to tackle an intriguing array of subjects. Jones does not stick with what one would expect a poet to stick with in a collection, something I appreciate. The collection, though long, does not get stale, rather it gets more intriguing the
further you go-- some of my favorite poems of the work are in the last section—definitely a collection I could not put down."
—Emily Ramser, Author of I Forgot How To Write

Book Cover - Mr. Karma byKenJones

(Transcendent Zero Press 2013) is a collection of spiritual poetry.

Meditations of Oneness - Book

Meditations on the Oneness
The impression stays with us that these poems of feeling and vision will attract all readers. In this book the poet displays the sublime beauty of intense imagination.

Hume Place Texas
Kenneth Hume Jones Down on the Drag, Austin, Texas 2018