J. D. Nelson


satellite fat

goodnews
sleepsled

silver silver
dime on the ground

today’s crown
a size smaller

when one becomes
the other and we smile




down into the clouds with an apple to magic me hatty

there’s a rope hanging down
earth must be saved

eating ants
hot on the tongue

the unknowing of all things
right for the moment

see me in the desert
handling sand




Mr. Burlington Foote

first day of sumner
holding the sun too tightly

I can’t fit the elephantine in the garage
ah my shoulder popped

the moon & the undermoon
drawn for the pharaohs

were you talking to a cloud just now
why yes I was




hand chops like an axe

a flute sermon written by a blue jay named earl grey

it was a wolf at the door selling handbooks

a careful toad inspects the crack

milton the plow was a new earth friend

to dance with the legs of the world




plex if the free tix cot a box coy

display the ham
a central oink

that basic foster to eclipse the george tonight

               a new info goose
               feed the pirate mice

the deluxe charcoal goat




and now there is a circular fuse to memorize

turnstile good hope
to borrow the ape

brace a baker to balk
a purple rest stop

sour want ad
the sole demander

hawk ice cream
the nine tired faces




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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