J. D. Nelson


the boom of the hand lark

a creature not working in the delight dept
the same language was a litter of kittens

and now for the help in the sandwich times
absolute winter was a period of the brain using springs

the tossed root of the flannel worm
that cracked foot is a pepper of the gulf to eat the sun

the canceled root is frustrating
we’re winning the burger games



the nitro of the olive

the corn was a doctor of the heart
I shout for the gallon of the heart

the stomach of the lord
the stomach of eyes

the brock is the puppet of the law
we are meat
 
saturn was a little elf
that laundry was a gravy captain

that shae is the arker
leon is the morning of the copper



the complete heaven of the detroit sand is the mirrored rune

the gangster yawn is a miracle of the sleeping fish
the serious burger is a detail of the northern musk

when I am the clothed renfro of the denver talons
the eye lesson to mealworm me a western cake

the light of the bee is the striped wood of the gallon
making bread a while ago

to speak of the forest and we are here
the bread was a badge of the coughing door

the frozen right to be the blind dolphin
the cake of the paper

talking is the mirror of the saints
we can be the cork of the crown



the pex freezes the motion of the climbing ankle

a swan swam
the duck was a lender’s bagel

the lamb of the ham is the right wig
this is the feather to feel free

the bottle of the apple walk
to rose a secret wood of the pane

this is the sad head of the barrel
the key is the snake

the frozen guess eclipses the sad duck
that losing head is the clean apple

the winning fred self-destructs here alone
               in the clean market of the tooth



the barbed wire is the chocolate of the tank cake

the anteater is the rose of the owl and the earth
the wooden rose with the power of the glass

a million milks
the sanding half is the complete wolf

this dust is the complete nothing
six clams in the shape of winter

to lose the salt is the number
the micro of the wandering house

the rush of the parrot
the bright hand of the walking book

the lego name of the noodles
the blinking rodeo of the arnold

J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including Cinderella City (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado.

 
 

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