Poetry: J. D. Nelson

J. D. Nelson
klue of will to dye a giant woolsey

hi and welcome to the oatmeal legends show
tonight we have a real-time oatmeal mask on the timer!

on virga earth
you ache for cake

there is room for money in my pocket
too much of this on the page

like a parrot in the hot air balloon
it won’t fly away

that suffering moon will have something to say
at the meeting monday

I insist that cave people and dinosaurs coexisted
ghost get out of here

a lamp of the lothorp pow
resulting in wow
***


birthday magic poem

the massive ghost trick to study with a bomb
a smart earth to beg with coupons

this could be the birthday poem
to learn of the thrift store apple and we get one here

to smarten up a charcoal voice to measure that lactic van of the marble
this is the chair of the darling hand

we get hit with that spirit of the cannibal name
the hammer of loose reading and rakes

that brain is the lemon of the letter
today is my birthday and it’s a big bat again

we are with that french skull to eat the bacon
a smart apple to eat that hawk

pillow barn was a notch of the mind work to do
nothing is the clue of the gum but I get it

my birthday is at the moon time
another birthday moon

to eat a hammer
to gain a syllable

I was eating that machine
eating a nacho pie

this is the machine grumbling
a lemon of the whistle

to hate a new way of the asterisk
cool enough for jerry rice
***


the winnipeg house of the suits

you are the south of the morning hour to be the glass anchor
to be the stereo glump

the weird hand of the gable to glen that roscoe
to win a better aha

to large q wolf of those in the barn
you need that bear of the gramble

duck was a foster fit
the lice of irons

to major a bay of the baby
there is no welding on the sun
***


earth yum like a period of barns

to see a heart of the key eye
the morgan duck was a smaller prince of the card hand

the period of socks to level me a warming hand
the clean health of that claw is nothing

a hand of the leather tree
to wear a hammer of the silk socks

a skull of the art in that frog hole
the smiling hand is all over the news

we are scoot yep a bot now
the law of the earth is the creeping hand

worse was a worm that challenged our outward face
the season of the flinching hand

that hand is the time away
the dream of the shoes

the sleeping gum of the news hand
the lemon of the news island and that freep

the dollar book of the growling hand
to win a length of string
***

better ice to be the arnold

luck is the rocking horse
the relaxed wolf of the common grain

that hand is the gandalf of the glue
we are winning the war against commas

to shark it and clapping
is the law of the pepper to frown

noggis that vorb otto
we hear that sleep to knot us a butter rose

the egg now seven is the high lime
the y is a z

the plus of the plus
to blend the spinach is the rose of wolves

we hear it now too for feathers you hear feathers
to go thru that chain is the nose of the deer

the wow now of the elephant poi and oil
to lift that elf of the apple
***


bio/graf

J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words and sound in his subterranean laboratory. More than 1,500 of his poems have appeared in many small press publications, in print and online. 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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