the period of big trucks
a nice apple in the beach system of current downloadable faces
using a nice tire iron and hearing that same song to land the backwards bear
pirate sports
good enough egg of the world
that canary is a cop of course we need that linen
the good grouse and a captured alto
that older powder of the martian mind
one hundred worlds ago
in the land of the quiet people
I see that the lake is the color of the sun
the newest sun to lentil a menorah
when I was one hundred worlds away I had that night of the face
would you like to eat the miracle whip under the sun
study the friendly ice cream map
to admire the bass fish from afar
the corner toast
the hand in the sock to name a puppet
the sugar of the scented forest
tonight we share that toast with the kids
the hearth of paper worlds away
night has the skull of the truth in that basket
the last brain to partner with that cold rabbit
edible mars for mr. cake
spinny nacho wax was a blooper of the sun fun and gus
we need something to let us thru the language wall
the hammer was a plentiful ace
the morning rose was a wailer
the burning of the hand was one emerald
of course you can have that apple now
to show us up in that glass of the white iron hand
the laughing nacho artist
pouring hands of the walking lettuce
x was the only oink of the power to be broken
we make that lard a deal of the night
the lever of peace is the clue of the friendship
we have the light in a box to coin a goose
an ant was a work of the fork
earth was a show-off
working with that wallingford hand
About the Author
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). You can visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado.
