Six Poems by J. D. Nelson greener, still detailed mazatavahn rat restaurant no earth in the sky were you a look-alike, a liker of the world, wok a rook? I was a new earthman --------------------------------- greener, still ok, green grocer machine faster than asparagus kiwi room for this in stomach “a” the void fills up with plants and flowers attracting birds and honeybees earth ate its other shoe skin would sky there was once a cat unreal the partial sat. the spiral conveyor policy of the moon my head is a lonely beast mister fish ice implants --------------------------------- detailed mazatavahn walking and crawling creatures everywhere the answer and ancho chile pie walking for those in the light now to shake the series of werewolves hunting for it in the supermarket I have been that old monster in my head I see the things in the air they are really there they help me with my words trying for a world is that all well you should have said so working for words --------------------------------- rat restaurant you know earth was too kind to the other planets beat it all back with the stick we found in the arroyo that long-ago hat is my favorite now and earth eats hats like that people asked where the sun went and we didn’t know so we told them that we’d have to wait imagine the green sprout coming out of the earth face rattled forest you can say that we have the same face taste tattled rat that favorite time is the color of thinking law lion --------------------------------- no earth in the sky work pock the 90-second world a demonstration of newfound powers who doesn’t love homework? who doesn’t have the helping gland? for now earth steps backwards the hand of the ghost working knock locking the book looking cradle a baby west of the nile the paper noun the uproar over antarctica falling off of the bottom of the planet and now for the wheel of ramen and rice to decide what’s for supper startline rock in the outer space where the new people live amplified lamp on top of my head speak to the gargling hand --------------------------------- were you a look-alike, a liker of the world, wok a rook? aero of the slots we are in the science of the talking box the standard face of the worried wolf the slight apple of the cargo in the tank lyons mike of that apple earth cook the clock a good phil of the rocks hare was a milk rabbit of the happening half wolf was a lather the egg of the lasers to stand for the pizza and the eclipse of the wrong name the razzle of the dream the lock of the western stripes that lark is the shrimp of the moving hand --------------------------------- I was a new earthman that chop luck a hammock of the barn a long beep this is the stereo of the hank of the winning to learn of the hen of hundred the nuke of the brahman and that serial ork of the pimple the cheer of the floating hand to be the robot of the news and apples insect science was a delicious yam salt is the pro bono earth to win a science fair this is the living play-doh this is the sleep onion that ninth wolf is the peter of the cannon to be the bright sock of the dunking huck --------------------------------- bio/graf J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words 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.
Monthly Archives: September 2020
Poetry from Ian Copestick
This Heat
the heat is up in
the 30’s, and even
after a short time
outside you’re
dripping water as
if you’ve stepped
out of the shower.
It’s bloody brutal,
I’ve got ginger hair
( well I used to ) and,
I can’t take this heat.
I’m not made for it,
I’m used to drizzly,
dull, overcast, grey
days. I must be one
of the only people to
have had sunstroke
in Stoke on Trent. It
happened when I was
about 7 years old, I’ll
never forget it. I was
so fuckin’ ill. Throwing
up like you wouldn’t
believe. Pink, strawberry
milkshake pouring from
my nose as I puked like
I’d never puked before.
Sorry to disgust you,
but no, I’m no good in
the heat. I think what
maybe it’s my Irish
heritage. I’m damn
good at drinking, but
I can’t stand the sun.
No, I just can’t take
this heat.
So Boring Again
Life seems so boring
again today. Last night
about half a mile from
where I live, there was
a hostage situation.
The whole area was
full of police, some of
them with submachine
guns. There was also
ambulances, riot vans,
police dog units, and
anything else you could
think of. Apparently, some coke dealer had gone nuts, and kidnapped his missus with a samurai sword, and an air pistol.
Today there was nothing,
not a fuckin’ thing.
Life seems so boring
again.
My Yearly Complaint
It’s so stuffy, and
so humid.You can
hardly take a breath,
but I know from the
time of year that
summer’s heading
towards it’s death.
It always makes me
feel so sad, as my
September birthday
draws near that
another summer is
nearly gone, and
Autumn is once again
here. Don’t get me
wrong, I think Autumn
is great. It’s a riot of
colours, and smells.
Its winter that I really
hate, to me it’s like
fuckin’ Hell. When it
kicks in, you know it’s
gonna be six months
until you feel warm.
I hate the snow,
I hate the cold. I hate
its function, and its form.
You might think that
living in England, I’d
be used to this shit.
But every year as it
comes around I want
to get away from it.