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J. D. Nelson


forgotten manna apostrophe

(aa) Martian vowel cake
engulfed Alpha

               { A }

it calls heads:

               werespork!

Whipple organ, loaf
king of dual Ruffles

shuttle acorn Phoenix
fork a mini jerk


Happy Shame Zagnut Brother

I shrimp Dallas in tandem
faster if wishing in Hulk Phila.

fermented clown in barbarous tinfoil pants
invisible sham of common sleepworm

Nelson sez nachos
               (all you can eek!)

I wouldn't know about the clumsy Pepsi
today it's only Tony


this dime has fur

7
7
7
7
7
7
7 takes 9
                9
                9
                9
                9
                9
                9
                9
                9 times


(Clone of Jones)

Beginning w/ the readymade salute from none other than Dark Archer, the satellite vector champeen w/ loveskull emblazoned:

              I've been sleeping on streets padded with glass.

The restaurant people stepped forward and admitted that they'd stolen my halo.

88 percent of Americans don't pay attention to pennies on the ground.

              < genes in black space a Nile ago >

January's tarantulas are better than aged cheddar.
               Better than cheddar?
Better!

                            (American cheese in secret lab)
I clone a little beef.


cloning bees in the bathtub using scissors & rubbing alcohol

          n           (o)           xygen

cleaning the brain with sandwich
the dream of a black rabbit
killing brain cells with a flyswatter

x-ic:
norse morse code,
odin

here there yesterford
ox famous z


JOPE ALOKENE

HERMIT THE CRAB

floyd ambush

o no im in a
river

0. one of the e-e-ems

, early sept watercoloration background

               forest glass

grasp of th
e chain i swa

market of alien trade
                            a blee corn

a leedle bit, huh


the mork of lawq and larry

teleph
one hands awa
y             from the face at all

times
               one (denver)

the last lazlo in space with five fingers


"Little" Ed Little took one of them quizzes

it said that he might be a phantom but he knows that he isn't

barricaded in the bathroom with a grape stain
& a red nylon wallet w/ a Velcro flap

              I'll be seeding the dirtpatch out back knifely.



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. Visit http://www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. His audio experiments (recorded under the name OWL BRAIN ATLAS) are online at http://www.OwlNoise.com. OWL NOISE 0, his album of experimental spoken word, is available as a free download at http://www.mediafire.com/owlnoise. J. D. lives in Colorado, USA.

 
 
 
 
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1 Comments:

Blogger RC Miller said...

troubling, original, brilliant as always.

10:18 AM  

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