J. D. Nelson
Made Sure I'd Huff'd
A Blessing for those traveling to Earth:
            May our minds be under control.
What am I thinking, I thought to myself.
Here comes Jon wearing a griffin mask!
                        salt for blue
            AMERO!
            Got me some kinda pig-worm.
Need uh grand fer th' medicine.
I'm moving to the woods.
I'll live in a tent.
aboard an imperceptible ship
The monster* makes his appearance.
The papers were saying something about a space shudder.
            meals on micro-
                                         film,
                                         fiche,
                                         flash,
                                         flush!
You'll need a syringe filled with Tabasco sauce.
* Omit the monster.
Teeming w/ Toulouse
Outside of this chaos lies an egg.
C-with-D is the blue weapon.
I catnip the shock.
            Show me the ship.
I will be the ship.
            SHIP, SHIP, SHIP, SHIP,
SHIP!
Aleph Garden
            steel-toe pie
            hippie pie
one thou. dollars
for pills & fireworks
            new NERF meatloaf
the Sunspotted Rat
is in his new balloon
            but never too soon
            not a moment too soon
plainsong algebra
plainsong algebra
plainsong algebra
the baking of loaves
in egg-shaped furnaces
GUNCHA WHUT
TV = nerve gas weapon
1.      The kitten hunts weekends.
2.      (The natural food that came here to the USA)
3.      The United States of Kittens
As you can see, TV is a pill!
Wheat Cent Mafia
I helped myself to another yelping of sweet toads.
AMPHIB-I-AM or not, P'PP'RM'NT goes:
            Ion hep on the in.
Check it out at maps.google.klone --
sniff the wind of produce & smile
if you get an error message.
Most of us have the rash.
I'm in my underwear
smoking invisible Marlboros.
Serf's up & ready for work-fork.
Damn machine!
J. D. Nelson (b.1971) experiments with words and sound in his subterranean laboratory. His bizarre poems and experimental texts have appeared in many small press and underground publications. J. D. lives in Colorado, USA. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. His audio experiments, recorded under the name OWL BRAIN ATLAS, can be heard online at www.OwlNoise.com. His video art is online at http://www.youtube.com/OWLNOISE.
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Made Sure I'd Huff'd
A Blessing for those traveling to Earth:
            May our minds be under control.
What am I thinking, I thought to myself.
Here comes Jon wearing a griffin mask!
                        salt for blue
            AMERO!
            Got me some kinda pig-worm.
Need uh grand fer th' medicine.
I'm moving to the woods.
I'll live in a tent.
aboard an imperceptible ship
The monster* makes his appearance.
The papers were saying something about a space shudder.
            meals on micro-
                                         film,
                                         fiche,
                                         flash,
                                         flush!
You'll need a syringe filled with Tabasco sauce.
* Omit the monster.
Teeming w/ Toulouse
Outside of this chaos lies an egg.
C-with-D is the blue weapon.
I catnip the shock.
            Show me the ship.
I will be the ship.
            SHIP, SHIP, SHIP, SHIP,
SHIP!
Aleph Garden
            steel-toe pie
            hippie pie
one thou. dollars
for pills & fireworks
            new NERF meatloaf
the Sunspotted Rat
is in his new balloon
            but never too soon
            not a moment too soon
plainsong algebra
plainsong algebra
plainsong algebra
the baking of loaves
in egg-shaped furnaces
GUNCHA WHUT
TV = nerve gas weapon
1.      The kitten hunts weekends.
2.      (The natural food that came here to the USA)
3.      The United States of Kittens
As you can see, TV is a pill!
Wheat Cent Mafia
I helped myself to another yelping of sweet toads.
AMPHIB-I-AM or not, P'PP'RM'NT goes:
            Ion hep on the in.
Check it out at maps.google.klone --
sniff the wind of produce & smile
if you get an error message.
Most of us have the rash.
I'm in my underwear
smoking invisible Marlboros.
Serf's up & ready for work-fork.
Damn machine!
J. D. Nelson (b.1971) experiments with words and sound in his subterranean laboratory. His bizarre poems and experimental texts have appeared in many small press and underground publications. J. D. lives in Colorado, USA. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. His audio experiments, recorded under the name OWL BRAIN ATLAS, can be heard online at www.OwlNoise.com. His video art is online at http://www.youtube.com/OWLNOISE.
3 Comments:
fantastic. always.
*applause*
niiiiiice!
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