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Thursday, August 12, 2021

Water is a Cool Dream

 
“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 
     of the pharaohs

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 
 
 
 

 
 
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 
 
 
 

 
 
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
 
 
 

 
 
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
 
 
 
 


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
 
 
 

 
 
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
 
 
 
J. D. Nelson
 







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