“The lake is blue with white sparkles…”
—Poetry by J.D. Nelson, Boulder County, Colorado
—Public Domain Photos Courtesy of Joseph Nolan, Stockton, CA
water is a cool dream to name itself
the lake is blue with white sparkles
the snake is a walking hand
the turtle is in a box for the doctor to see
space bacon
unfit for space travel
on the spinning globe
a nice time for the woodsman
the faces we see at the tomato sauce competition
earth gets upset
the legend of the northern “yes”
we have been cultivating the underground forest since the time
the lake is blue with white sparkles
the snake is a walking hand
the turtle is in a box for the doctor to see
space bacon
unfit for space travel
on the spinning globe
a nice time for the woodsman
the faces we see at the tomato sauce competition
earth gets upset
the legend of the northern “yes”
we have been cultivating the underground forest since the time
of the pharaohs
the thought cloud above my head
the thought cloud above my head
a lemon thought for lime papers
we laugh at the growling sand dune
a little earth
wet from the beginning
a candy-coated brain
the sherlock of all levels
start it up as a renegade foot
slither and slunk what
these stars have been washed and pitted
and now they are ready to eat
a room of ice and bats
nuts and apples for dinner
to make the earth a nest
the goose now has a open door policy
a little earth
wet from the beginning
a candy-coated brain
the sherlock of all levels
start it up as a renegade foot
slither and slunk what
these stars have been washed and pitted
and now they are ready to eat
a room of ice and bats
nuts and apples for dinner
to make the earth a nest
the goose now has a open door policy
delivering a hobby horse
machine rubbings
were you water?
I have this miracle food to give you
a mustard version of the ketchup pillow
power seahorse module
it tingles when it’s working
lard of adventure
reset the machine
trog is a lionel of the good
when the creatures come
yesteryarf is the prequel
did a frog tell you?
pow! the grammar earth is the sun in a glass jar
the song is a burd treasure
to marry the machine and that mountain
maybe you should see something else when you look
rinsing with cola
pizza self
I know the eye
cleaning it as the sun moves
the container of art with the foam head
the monster’s head on demand
time was a toad typing
he was trying hard to twist it up
machine rubbings
were you water?
I have this miracle food to give you
a mustard version of the ketchup pillow
power seahorse module
it tingles when it’s working
lard of adventure
reset the machine
trog is a lionel of the good
when the creatures come
yesteryarf is the prequel
did a frog tell you?
pow! the grammar earth is the sun in a glass jar
the song is a burd treasure
to marry the machine and that mountain
maybe you should see something else when you look
rinsing with cola
pizza self
I know the eye
cleaning it as the sun moves
the container of art with the foam head
the monster’s head on demand
time was a toad typing
he was trying hard to twist it up
sinking in the grits
holding the height of the water
this is the cloistered yawn of earth
rinse with the best mouthwash
only the seconds are in color
I saw a circle tonight
a tiny night circle
holding the height of the water
this is the cloistered yawn of earth
rinse with the best mouthwash
only the seconds are in color
I saw a circle tonight
a tiny night circle
like a taffy that will pull out your fillings
taller than a new elephant
the peach bleaching wagon
gene’s beans in the light of the water
green water in the glass of good talk
the rumble noun was a secret
you were right to be born on a dollar day
the elephant vibration is the walk
walker walked up and down and over again
a little leaf was walking down the sidewalk
eating a pine cone
taller than a new elephant
the peach bleaching wagon
gene’s beans in the light of the water
green water in the glass of good talk
the rumble noun was a secret
you were right to be born on a dollar day
the elephant vibration is the walk
walker walked up and down and over again
a little leaf was walking down the sidewalk
eating a pine cone
be krill when I say shadow
my magnetic cake
the time here is a blinking biscuit
on my 50th birthday, I am that glowing idea
studying a house of the rain and the metric rush
equipping a martian apple with the overlord fancy
the apple rowboat is the mars of the coffee
the mask of pollen is the mantra of the world
a cob of the sunshine
that wheel is the motor of the sock
the traditional earth and the “leave me alone” method
the lurb gourd ok rub
that alba red
the country-fried
the courage to eat yak
in socks, hunting for a veggie burger
the dream of every fish, awake
& a large onion, atlantic
the classic cyclone
one machine speaks for us all
that alba red
the country-fried
the courage to eat yak
in socks, hunting for a veggie burger
the dream of every fish, awake
& a large onion, atlantic
the classic cyclone
one machine speaks for us all
Today’s LittleNip:
this is the confusion
—j.d. nelson
this little world
along one and two
confusion enough
you need the machine
to finish the work
the hot buckle
looking for the puzzle
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Welcome and our thanks to J. D. Nelson for his different voice this morning! J. D. (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 first full-length collection, entitled in ghostly onehead, is slated for a 2021 release by mOnocle-Lash Anti-Press. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado. Thanks again, J. D., and don’t be a stranger!
____________________
—Medusa
this is the confusion
—j.d. nelson
this little world
along one and two
confusion enough
you need the machine
to finish the work
the hot buckle
looking for the puzzle
____________________
Welcome and our thanks to J. D. Nelson for his different voice this morning! J. D. (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 first full-length collection, entitled in ghostly onehead, is slated for a 2021 release by mOnocle-Lash Anti-Press. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado. Thanks again, J. D., and don’t be a stranger!
____________________
—Medusa
J. D. Nelson
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