"bleep sid toaves of peace," "boxing in the kitchen with the landlord," and "that deed is a star on the flag, for sure"

bleep sid toaves of peace

toad infection
or else doing an impression
 
like a beasting for the columbia​
a glass nasty
 
eating pie on a tree stump
when along came my uncle
 
            eating the earth one bite at a time,
            using a cloud for a napkin
 
as a sun would explode
room for that in the big room after all
 
it makes sense if you capitulate to the arboretum

 


 

boxing in the kitchen with the landlord

this is the weird world
on the legs of beetles
 
after anaconda meal
one butching of it
 
every box is sick
with the cardboard flu
 
the sun was a wad of fire
with a beard and glasses
 
you could see the blue in there
read for the blind birds of prey
 
we will sink into the marsh slowly
then we will be a part of everything

 


 

that deed is a star on the flag, for sure

mars & earth, listen up!
 
this is the big dream
& we are returning using pyramid power
 
alerting insects to the impending houseguest status
learning all about guts & hard luck
 
watering the plants in the back room of the universe
the prismatic yes of the gulping shadow
 
I need to see the colors of the apples
red and green and yellow maybe a blue one for fun

 

 

J. D. Nelson

J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words and sound in his subterranean laboratory. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. J. D. lives in Colorado. He recommends Defenders of Wildlife.

 

Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Thursday, April 23, 2020 - 22:05