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, In Ghostly Onehead, is forthcoming from mOnocle-Lash Anti-Press. His work has recently appeared in E·ratio, Maintenant, Otoliths, BlazeVOX, and Word For/Word. Visit http://www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado.
the monster inside of the world
pressed into the dirt for a week the lack of the singing toe the sheep is the wyler apostle the leaf is a new iron key the residential order of the peak lammy the owl was a good bird for the morning I took the last carpet ride with the jury the wool was a risk to me personally with your smart red buck bug the back side of the walk is the moon now the building lies the shame of the hammer
the ferret of the coy starburst
this is the display unfit for the world this is the holographic face with the perfect tooth it cooks in the sad light so you can see the bubbles this thinking hand is the shallow rex of the pollen the barrel of possum livers the yellow wig for the hand to wear the red earth like mars the wow club meets on the first tuesday of the month please write to the sky and tell it to turn blue again begin the squirrel search see us up in the air? rope rash out loud walking in the wind was a word to light the belly we were clinging to the world using magnets
frog spock was the only island
mire clump is the tobacco the chamber of the first dough the brackish box of frog skulls cereal milk was the motor oil after angles is the night of the chair to heepe strike funnel that number glum wooded was wilson that charm of cake a worm of the water the clam is the shape of the clack a news fork is the watching hand the doctor of the sprite method on the cinnamon train
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