person J.D. Nelson, seven poems

J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. Visit http://www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published poems. Nelson lives in Colorado.

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the cat who ate rice balls

little burd in my head
for the good ghost to say so

little yikes yet
sleece asound

your ancient grains
three hundred french fries

worship the wet sun
earth is a benefactor

were you a cloud kid
oh flat hammlers

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the hear-me horn on the roof of my TRUCK

why doesn’t the controller have the sum whit barn
the coy knock surge to prevent the last darrow

accumulation of zap
earth looks opposite to me

using the sun for a thief shoop
flying humans to the sea

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standing in lime

tying the world to the moon
wow a new antler has sprouted

ok by now you must be hungry
we have some bees for you

oh we were real insects then
potatoes and pineapple

the water is a laugh when guffing
the nothing we need

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wolf shucks

go thru the wall with a bunch of money
we can buy anything

cool day by the lake ok
there was a mirror of the sky too
but no one said anything

it’s all a new game

wolf shark makes spaghetti
and says thank you for everything
and that meal was the best ever using evoo

wear some pants too

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we found the nest and the babies were hungry

in the room in the castle where my painting hangs

I entered the contest with the frog in my pocket
let’s get those diamond frogs from the sand

there is a sun over there, I said,
and we walked over to it
and it was small and blue
and we cheered it up

earth was in on it

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the name of the sunlight to be born this day

while the earth cools
and frets about the moon
oh is it going to fall

in the land of the pickles
a vehicle of martian exuberance

growling at the stars
something like the lake face

I have seen everything on the old tv
and the new one, too
there is nothing on there for the brain at this hour

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earth is set in its ways

window claus the freehold clam
set up to fool some yetterbies

when you become the worm
I would like to see if you don’t mind

when we look at the sky
and see the stars in their stations

happening in the head
I have these headlines

there is a frightened rat in glass shoes
reach the tv bleach for alpaca sweet

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