J. D. Nelson
I ate the star
the clapping hoof of the goodwin
we do not fear the hammer
the way of the wasp
stop the menace with magnets
the rose pattern
a world to go
the personality people
the sudden charcoal
blue machine a grover doll
were you like a froster or something
crushing a lemon with foot one and two
oh was crickenham part of the ham
jounce just july was a whence
the beetle was the color of the sun
to eat the elf with protein fingers
your local chapter of the milk
to dine on crickets
you hadn’t started the sun
aero was a special order
thirds of the sun chunk
bring out the dry machine
mirror the sun for good now
foot linus was a baking gentlecat
a new earth egg the size of a city
the marble has a chip in it
in the garbage rooting for a world
the coke and pepsi game
falling asleep in the forest
headlines in the dust
being a ghost doesn’t help now
question burger is a mole
denim flea the paris third
a western plot to buy your bugs
I couldn’t scream at the plants
a book is the light of the hammer
that moon is a standard face
the world in a shoe
are you a capital J like me
to be short and shortening
wall hanging is the method
enough of the window!
this could be the broken duck
power up the bubbles
why would you like to be the head of the stars
why do we need the planets to be in order
is that a captain kirk shirt
skin of potato or mule
when we are the lake
a mirror in the sand
that old cape of the batman
it looks like a lake of dreams
would you rather be a bee or a brain
in the world of lawns
the big hum of nothing if we are too careful
a major sleeping bag
startled bird was the first into the machine for warmth
a sharp herp of the dirt
sever and now seven
flavor seven of the night
to comply with the law of the world would be a loss for the button people
in that crack is a creature
J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published poems. Nelson lives in Colorado.
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I ate the star
the clapping hoof of the goodwin
we do not fear the hammer
the way of the wasp
stop the menace with magnets
the rose pattern
a world to go
the personality people
the sudden charcoal
blue machine a grover doll
were you like a froster or something
crushing a lemon with foot one and two
oh was crickenham part of the ham
jounce just july was a whence
the beetle was the color of the sun
to eat the elf with protein fingers
your local chapter of the milk
to dine on crickets
you hadn’t started the sun
aero was a special order
thirds of the sun chunk
bring out the dry machine
mirror the sun for good now
foot linus was a baking gentlecat
a new earth egg the size of a city
the marble has a chip in it
in the garbage rooting for a world
the coke and pepsi game
falling asleep in the forest
headlines in the dust
being a ghost doesn’t help now
question burger is a mole
denim flea the paris third
a western plot to buy your bugs
I couldn’t scream at the plants
a book is the light of the hammer
that moon is a standard face
the world in a shoe
are you a capital J like me
to be short and shortening
wall hanging is the method
enough of the window!
this could be the broken duck
power up the bubbles
why would you like to be the head of the stars
why do we need the planets to be in order
is that a captain kirk shirt
skin of potato or mule
when we are the lake
a mirror in the sand
that old cape of the batman
it looks like a lake of dreams
would you rather be a bee or a brain
in the world of lawns
the big hum of nothing if we are too careful
a major sleeping bag
startled bird was the first into the machine for warmth
a sharp herp of the dirt
sever and now seven
flavor seven of the night
to comply with the law of the world would be a loss for the button people
in that crack is a creature
J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published poems. Nelson lives in Colorado.
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