earth was insured
power pack was a beef rondo to scape a flex
the calm noun of the hot dog chain
a fifty of the lemon rescue
the value is clipping ducks
when could I be the clam of the saint face?
a burger of the crying hand
to enter into a head of the heaven
daybreak of the kitten
greet yr pork was a limited series
we are sweet in the truck
that rat is the same francis
to forget that sword of the sugar
we are after that moon to solidify the name of the corn book
to love a dollar of the time world
that shark is in shape
the iron of the portable goose
the nice eye listening to the bright violet
a grout game of the child farm
I am speaking of the trash in that cube
the forest is the space of the duck
that paper is the burning hand to folk the fork for feather
the shark of the island to be born of the milk
the ice is the eye of the cold day
the lawn bot, a carbon of the foot ache
I have that day to string a heel-o
the earth is the elegant hand of the changer
the cluck to start a face of the phased effort
that chow of the game is the wow
you wow a near-earth earth
a series of chicken texts
the laugh of the cardboard earth
we are in the toledo shoebox
we are eating the sun
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.
