J. D. Nelson

we need a nothing

ore composed, ural
a memo

owl aran


shop clasp

my planet was a bog
the classic trouble

the little winter
o tangible tor

downright ape
now circling

a cylinder
could be

before I became a human

an ounce
               a likeness or

powered up
a sigh
               & nutrients

making mud
mornings have been

a nasally forest

(flute solo)

the wick
the wood

& science
& science

be a balloon
be salad

& tennis –
corn tonight!


migraine pollux
you win a lemon

on a chair of magnets 

capital grapes
cinnamon frost



in the careful darkness
in the darkroom

too blue a diamond
this moss inside

               an ark
               & harps

               & now

machined language

on our nocturnal earth
my uncle jim, the james

the popsicle major
the doublemint artful

jumping jacks
the kerouac antlers

a flower in the grass
timothy truebread

a cloud attack
megaton spores

the moon for too long

the solvent
I shadow

a loose tooth
pancake floral

that time in the purple
that hardwired egg

the respectful tree
the grady of the launch

               grassed rabbit

oregon hum that leopard

the dentist scrapes
effortlessly unleashing an elbow

I’m in a broken box
I ate a bee for breakfast

I’m in a bubble above scotland
I will scorpionize the ghosts

the standardized name
the green laugh

               a readymade eye
               my own forest

the nothing shape
the nothing now

J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. His poetry has appeared in many small press publications, worldwide, since 2002. His poem, “to mask a little bird” was nominated for Best of the Net in 2021. Visit http://MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado, USA.
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Blogger Jack Galmitz said...

I really like these poems, J.D.
There is a wonderful use of sound in them, a playful and complex jointing.
An honest delight!

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