water to say when

an open file for your thoughts
is that a real dream to make it a market face?

a robot for the world
see it glisten in the sunlight?

gestures of the clown
clean ship with a chip machine

willow pane
we have a shriveled grape ready to go

celery king says to watch the show with a bowl of celery
a new earth buggy with wings

air elke fixture

the clouds are eating the earth
the head says to let the light in

I am the earth’s greatest detective
that tattered ghost is a serious mover

earth is the outpost for the better machines
mask head is a new enlightened being

what happens when we rearrange the head
we convince the earth to eat a salad

all possible nouns in the lost creature bath
the paper brain to be used

a cold face in that shoe
earth gets wet again

with a new hammer
parallel raisins

earth is a triceratops ghost model

to understand the miller hog
wet-naps in the sink

cool brute the trumpet player
miracle claus the humming shrimp

I wanted to do this for a penny
as numb as a sport fork

for the carbon it takes
at the outpost of the inner world

going for a walk inside of the red sun
the pushing machine is ready to run

that good looking gold was a bird on the perch
canopy burger not showing the head

a new earth pretzel

I was a photocopy machine
I was a belonging machine

the sparkle is a tangible name of the world
pie cooling now on the windowsill

action sound is a news bulletin
the garish head of the power

I spent the nickel that the machine spit out at me
pancake flap earthly

to build a beige bridge too
last semester was the child of the sun

that cornmeal platform from the beginning
the color of the currency was changed to red

the cheap leather to make a couch

earth had the key
that old bread head

there is a learning banquet for those who pass the test at the learning mountain

yeah, a smart card
all the way from the red zone

the nocturnal nesting of the hands ready to scratch

we don’t have the change in the jar to hold us over
after that incident with the bad trees coming in and demanding all of our money

x on the x ort

captain cookie’s cape
the crunch is the night of the bat

we hear the hem of the egg
this is the shape of the flea

the bright wound of the flowers
on this truck is the doctor

the flea of the centered laugh
the salad of the front fork

the serious world of the clamor
the wall of the pirate yuck

on the planet of keys and butter
the last of the dolphins

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 work has recently appeared in E·ratio, Maintenant, Otoliths, BlazeVOX, and X-Peri. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado.

the ballpoint earth
 
here comes the bat with a message
look for earth to be the standard by the year 3000
 
the leaky wooden good hat
if that’s what you mean by machine plums
 
we saw the whales fly into the sun
science is doing new things with rice
 
that last yes is the cherry of the goon loop
what makes the world the shadow of an egg?
 
the battle of the light bulbs
an accidental episode

 
the face of the comma
 
carp was a leather fresh name
I was the rock of the foam
 
dart is the common expression
a chain of the ezekiel fresh lemon
 
three favorite yarns to be the clemens of the holograph
the continued friend of the bass is the mountain of the wolf
 
the spinning hoof of the caramel chain
cannon puncture one of the numbs
 
to zap one more of the camera parrots
we need that mirror to scorp a new headline
 
to sea leaf a french feather
spock was a diet coke
 
the low earth for the pledger
the burped earth
 
grease could lock a duffle
or trout of that seven is the cloud of the henry

 
slot tick that natural name
 
the worm hat is the barrier of cyclops the martian
baseball is the complete ward of the saturn
 
another morse had that serpent
that charcoal instinct and that mirror of the paste
 
a world of the language is the creeping hand
the lightning of the laugh
 
the complete worm is the slice of the country
that language of the bat is the spinning silver and glue
 
your land is the crayon of the sheep
the seventh head and the little earth is the power of the salt
 
the chair of the windmill
all right dolphin

 
a rainbow of coinage
 
work is the dollar of the trewes
roo, or that fork is a bus of the merit
 
would it be the dungeon dove
to glove a coup of the stereo raisins?
 
the law of the pirate shape
the dollar buff is the coin grief of madrid
 
the wolf can lower the thermostat
the good glass of the world and that smash of the madison square
 
rice yes a lock of power was the craft of paper in the sink
the help of the coloring book
 
the world of peanut butter
in that old bacon magazine

 
bio/graf
 
J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. 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.

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.