Monday, 19 April 2021

Three Poems by J D. Nelson

 



to mask a little bird

 

the sulking wolf loses the perimeter

drinking the boiling nectar

 

we are in the fur and dust of the slinging gamble

we are in the luck of the sun

 

a mirror machine

the standard harvard of the people

 

a new ape of the aperture

the breaking of the calm camel

 

the mask of power is the pharaoh of the name

the science is the skull

 

to learn the wooden idea

burn the scientific incense



the night brain is a jar of lemons

 

the microphone phoenix of the boring cake

a nerve in the dungeon

 

to eat a snail of the leopard

head life or lipe

 

a local argent is the odor

and seventh of the suns

 

the rabbit cloth is the silver night

and a shaved bun of the floral cloak



pickle tooth

 

at war with the green sheep

I had thought of nothing

 

the skin punch is the dollar graph of the rose

the egg is the glass ring of the wondering

 

the bagel tree and that sneezing half

I am the sorry underglow

 

in the lake of the science

this frozen skull

 

the island is on the left

the meat hand of the walking name




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 first full-length collection, entitled In Ghostly Onehead, is slated for a 2021 release by mOnocle-Lash Anti-Press. His work has recently appeared in E·ratio, Otoliths, BlazeVOX, and Word For/Word. Visit http://www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado.





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