person J.D. Nelson, seven poems

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


insect pie

with those cobra eyes

              a clone is found foraging in the forest

the spotted hand is the winner today

the continuation of the world in the next panel

grow a leg like a cricket right out of your back


this blueberry scone is the pardon of the night horse

tyson handfish was a ghoul
the library crossed him and he went into a hole

finger sauce the alpha green
darkness is the sun not bleeding tonight

like a planet for now
would you like to bring back saturn

we eat the sun burgers
alphabetize that glass


eating a steak with larry the muppet

a frightened fool in the gardening section
a deeming scarecrow

the gallant cloud
but what is a rainbow of earthworms

the caroling hand to do the business
this could be the hamming schultz

to steal a wrench is a missing murphy
that boring hand is not mine


morning is a clown

a world of lips
              jungle rug

the rice bomb of beautiful you
to eat a hair of the world

a chirp in the sawdust
the video of a bugg

what about the younger yes nebula

              visionary toast

the wild boar needs a seat
the growl of the tree


cleo minestrone and the dollar clouds

a green cloud about bread was a burger of the mind
chainsaw earth has a number of flowery ticks

cooking a batch of the sleepers
changing a head with the lemon scent

becoming a panther to make it soda pop
the cloaking hand is a variant of x

light was a paper brain to use the words that way
why is the paper a wasp’s necessity


the collapse of the fingerless glove restaurant

                                          (using the lantern)
crunching the merit of folk storms

starting with the droid capo the dental yes
to link the red sea to the planet of mars

to tape the oreo blankets with maude
              this method of tree teaching

pair up with the hulk and make a lard ornament
the leopard meat was a cool machine


to win a reptile at the circus

I was working on the earth that day
it was a world of work to do the large something

for knowing a cloud
              happening pants

a free lemon drop was a corner of the madge
              in the rooster forest
                              an icicle tree

smeet was past normal
that cop of the nine eyes



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