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.