we
don’t truck in stomachs
moons
of ampersandic
clay
will rise tonight
&
the cloud ape
is
without
um,
we sent the duck
to
quack about red rocks
you
enjoy sports
&/or
torture
night
is beginning
first, the lake is
tomorrow’s
quantalists
frosted
included
in
do-nut sizes:
frost
giants
western
crèmes
in
heads unlined
heaven on all sides
signal
flavored as tomato spaghetti
gulch
this weekend
leaving
here a hand
alerted
to
my
own system
never
made any
nothing
primo
moonlight
why not a celery
long
base triangle
mister
fantastic’s
a
real violin reptile
made
of glass
somehow
the
feet of one
trudging
kiss
opens for
kiss
basking
temporarily unavailable
tree
scene
cop
copy
not
halves
onions
for
fry
help
no
c/o self
J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) is the author of thirteen collections of poetry, including Cinderella City (The Red Ceilings Press). Visit MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Boulder, Colorado.
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