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88.5 FM
filth tar
slick back
asking bad ?'s
huh you said
pliers / teeth job
need to un-
wind re-
lax
breathe
easy?
long flight
nervous
wreck
alone in the
sauna
eating steam
breathing
releasing
my towel
green towel
bath
towel
bath
robe
boxers
white cot
ton under
shirt
no striped
pajama bot
toms but
they'd be go
od don't go
back 3 sq
uares any
mo. jungle
feet, get
nasty,
what ev'R
I'm not doing
a puppet
sho'.
get back
ano
the
rfew
sq
uare
s
curf
ew
squ
ar
es a
gain is
a gain
just a
blank stare
that's all
next the
re we g
o I knew
th
at place
some
song is
my name
nice name
nice name
& teeth
do you use
pow
der an
ym ore
kid you
love rain
u luv
rainboz
like colo
red missed
uh mist
yeah vap
or call
it gas it's
your turn to
empty (MT)
the tra
sh shhh sh
shh the baby
will cryeeyee
yaaaaaeeee
yayaeeeyaa
enough to wake
up a statue
of me
as a 3-D pigeon
there goes
every
where this
helicopter changes
into a boat, I'm
using my drill tee
th in a pattern
for the magazine
after this one.
you should see
the hat I'm we
aring warring
WARRRR!!!
ahhhh! we're
burning like
my sleeve caught
on fire when
I was doing
dr
ugs last
night
Dr. Ugs M.D.
nice touch
skeleto
n
Ha
n
d
like bad tuna
br
eath easy
signal path
this station
situation
is beginning
another broadcast
day. who stood there
tearing everybody
apart piece
by pi
ece peace
and silence
enough community
radio maybe I
need to sleep don't
I? what do you
want me to say
in the space that's
left?
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About J.D.:
Space-Cowboy Poet, J. D. Nelson,
lives, writes, and wrangles in
Colorful Colorado, USA. His writing
has
appeared in many online and print
publications, including The Best of
the Dream People Poets chapbook.
Did-U-Know? J. D. once worked as a
telephone Santa Claus! His official
site: http://MadVerse.com
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penguin w/ amnesia
I forgot my own name
for 3 whole days once.
I couldn't have just gone
without a name,
so I made up a new one.
I couldn't decide between
"Wolf" & "Spider"
so I went with "Zeus."
I'm not as tall as a god,
but I make my home
in the mountain clouds.
watermelon juice
drips from my chin.
I'm allergic,
but I eat it anyway.
I walked around the corner
& fed some stray dogs.
they followed me
back to my place,
but I managed to lose them.
I got in on a game
of American football in the park.
I went left and ran
out twenty yards or so.
I caught the pass easily,
but a 300-lb. monster
landed on my head.
that's when:
I remembered my name
& flew to the South Pole.
A quick search reveals
comedy,
religion,
commerce,
world news,
Dustin Hoffman promising
not to eat with his fingers,
cheap jewelry,
sci-fi,
dumb criminals,
2 ways to win,
a too-close-for-comfort wild ride,
gee, our old LaSalle ran great,
walrus love,
special Pokémon show,
live speed metal on the local channel.
not bad for a Sunday night.
Chuckwagon
Kick up some dust --
in The West We Trust!
I circle the ammo shed
like a slick, gum-chewing
vulture.
I slept in the back of
a '77 Ford Pickup last night.
I'm not in any mood
for trouble.
She said hey sweetie &
I asked her to dance.
(two real squares
running circles around
each other)
I can't fall in love now --
I have guns to steal.
I guess I could stay
a little longer.
The Dooley Gang just
beat you to it.
Night-night
Red pajamas w/ tiny light-beings sewn into the heads
-- this can be a self-made demon, this can be a golden
tower made from scratch. Demand more from yourself,
keep it alive, drown no sorrows & bring no demons into
this realm, no matter what -- we've been mistaken all
of this time? How is that possible?
Ghost stories, a nice sleeping bag, a nice time in the
woods w/ your friends -- What if the dam breaks & we
all have to learn to swim, like, yesterday? Pinch me
in my sleep -- just think of this as a test. Pretend,
play, grab on to someone -- now we know that we've
been lied to.
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