J. D. Nelson


outside the bottom again

big rain tree

old hawk face
question nine

your bag of
snakes any
more — sorry.

a basket of
baby tarantulas,
weed snakes —

red money,
white wax.


as we read

red seaweed
swede

reasoning season

bus,

dolph. in.


Ice Cream After Church

At five o'clock,
it's 52 degrees
in Denver.

I'm the last in line
w/ a mechanical
armadillo.



J. D. Nelson experiments with words and sound in his subterranean laboratory. His bizarre poems have appeared in many small press and underground publications, both printand online. He lives in Colorado, USA. Visit J. D.'s website for more information and links to his published work.

 
 
 
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