Poetry by J. D. Nelson

                              Sarah Altendorf CC



the red meal king of suits

combining house and forest and waking at lake time
lurking for days before there was a dream on the log

you know the seal of bees
the kindness machine

I’m a real meat machine
I see the world thru meatball eyes

the cave-dwelling rabbits on the moon
the fox is waiting until it is time to eat them

mud heck was over by the time there was a thin crust
blasting ants with the sonics

needing help from one end to the other
how much for the planet and the little moon, too?

this is the home of the wasp who reads newspapers
I wore a pair of running shoes until they ran away



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sea pea

salamander hats needed
the open door welcomes you

the ghost wood
                with that yes from the back of the room

the good forest
watching the beehive with good, clean glasses

I was cleaning up and down the wall
a damaged face of the diamond moon

knuckle twerp is a hip opera of the noun sounds
the unlit meadow at dawn when it’s too dark to be a lion

wow is the space face of the random sam
the wild foot becomes the head and all of the later wheels

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J. D. Nelson experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. More than 1,500 of his poems have appeared in many small press and underground publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including Cinderella City (the red ceilings press, 2012). Nelson lives in Colorado, USA.

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