the neon brain is the james e. webb of the parallel room
I was a fox, the colour and taste of paint
I was the light of the prime apple
to feel that wonder is the game of the welp
miracle mungo
to learn of the peas
help is the name of the feather
I was the lake
I cloned a coke machine
a bruised rock is the shame of the planet
the broom is the standard
the
cork lime seventh is the m-jot owl
the cardboard rabbit is my favourite
we’ve opened a news hole in the atmosphere
this lacquer jack is the colonel
when I am the salad of the same
I am the science of the wind
this angel could be the western apple
I was the king of the likeness
I recommend saturn as a frostmaker
the older ringwald was a scion
when we do, there will be a noun
the secret hand of the nile
I
was in the web
formed
in a summer bath
the
shamrock of the coloring book
the
blanket is the shape of the sound
I
was in the room with a cool guff
my
heart was three miles wide
golden
enough
the
shapes of the clouds here
at
midnight
midlight will be legal
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). Visit http://MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado, USA.
I definetly prefer : 'the secret hand of the nile'!
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