Poetry: J. D. Nelson

J. D. Nelson

the tempeh to suit me (nano)

 

this chunk of cheese

the lesson is the high lamp of the puffin

 

were you bart or bert?

the shape of the elf was a ping to seat me

 

this dolphin is the hum of the henna

in one of those thinline area code sleeves

 

jon is the rabbit

 

that rose is the miracle of the dream

that rose is the shield of the lips

 

be the beef of the island

study a flute of the mare in the nice eye

 

the moon learns of the sports glam

 

crucken that dale

a talk was the spire

 

that bucket was a chip of the night

the head of the loan island wins the bull to wuck

 

the neat eye of the clean wobble

 

yore and sc

        ientist

 

drunk sheets that yuh

and baby bert

 

that seventh lamb is now

the world of the pie creek

 

the sun was wonderful

that light and that lemon

 

the solid tusk was the flipping hand of the caramel north

 

this is the pie of the cork

the charm of the boxing blue

 

the seated health of the fright

the dolphin of the headlights

 

that loop is the santa feather

the choice chuck is the world

 

in the light of the butter

I was a corner or vertex

 

the muffled roc of the hunting

lightning comes to the lake

 

your blood is the chirp of the colonel of stairs

 

clown buck

a fathom is the neck

 

to see a spider in the clouds

that was the old salt to lose

 

a nail of the burger to chew

that bird was a plum

 

the night is the clock of the stars

to lose that pressure of grapes

 

the ripe rat is on the raft

the key cloud is a HUM

 

this word like that weather

this is the cooking wood of the first fire

 

that old pole is the northern south

that winter eye is the key of the planet to lose

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Setu, November 2020