spinach lego

the sheep rock was a milo
the salt of the feather

that dart is a broth of the coin
the true eye of the ironing head

the shamrock shoe monster
the walter koenig of the island

the wheel of the montgomery is the clue
the rainbow of the motel meal

the wolf warns us of the war
a nike of the world is the camel of the brain
 
if this is the green rope

in the dollar book of the charmed breakfast
the healing episode of the martian letters

the corner of saturn’s face
the nine of the winter

the sun tree of a while ago
the clean motel of the raisins

the apple of the white squall
I’m gargling with pennies
 
cape sanka (the tattle is the bough)

in the moon morning
thru the window, parmesan

a real rain garden is the color of the music
I wiggle my toes in the magic sauce

when I do nothing to stop that apple of the iron
a toad is the now

the ankh of the heart of the salmon
that hum is the name of the grumble
 
scopey toe, a rowe

a glimpse of the sugar bowl
the pollen of peculiar pointing
this is the shield of the shamrock

ceres is my name
I plug the draft of the wig
I eat the honey of dawn

I was standing, understanding
that planet is the pear of the game
the known world is the suffering noun

to learn of the nothing
the science is the nearness
google a number
 
bio/graf

J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. His poetry has appeared in many small press publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including Cinderella City (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). His poem, “to mask a little bird” was nominated for Best of the Net in 2021. Visit http://MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado.