"What you know 'bout rattlesnake eggs, boy?
A lot, I s'pose -- you bein' a rep-ti-le n' all."
Colby smiled after posing his question to the frog.
"Uh, I believe that rattlesnakes are born live,
many at a time -- and I'm an amphibian,
not a reptile. It's a common misconception, actually,"
said the frog, wishing that he had never gone
into business with the weird cowboy.
"Heh-heh, you're purdy smart, there, feller,"
said Colby as the frog passed a little gas.
What'd You Hear, Ezra?
Cape cukes at 7 cents (big savings) --
choo buck but Aunt Cackle's log
shows premature swelling of the Bible,
something about a Hippie in a cave.
The Worst Wednesday in Weeks
Space Cat was finished with the washing and drying. He
sat down on the end of the coffee table and sighed.
Green P. would be coming over soon. Space Cat picked
up his crayons and drawings and put them away. He'd
have to cook something for lunch! It was kind of rainy
outside -- canned pasta in over-sweetened runny tomato
sauce! It was Green P.'s favorite -- he especially
loved it when it was served in a cheap plastic bowl
that made everything taste like soap.
X, over here -- it's Green P. / looks like some
trubble wif dem coppers!
Look over here, Green P.! It's the video game girl
again -- she has something for you in that box of
glazed donuts -- it's a map to the treasure party out
at Space Cat's pad. Meet me there in a half-hour!
OH NO! Space Cat looked out across his vineyard &
remembered his own birthday -- this was one for the
little green journal. I'll keep that lil' leather-clad
book by my night-stand while I sleep, and on my person
during my waking hours, for as long as she has blank
pages. After she's full? Well, honestly, I don't know.
Space Cat felt sad again.
Green P. remembered the twenty-dollar bill in his
pocket & ordered another round of tacos for everybody.
Old Joe was well aware of Discipline/Perplexia & the
gang from the Barney Island Chess Club. Everyone
finished his or her meal except for Perplexia -- she
was a holograph and never ate a thing! Green P.
scowled and gestured for more sedatives.
So East, it's West
I coulda scored double
on those new numbers --
I should've stayed in Denver,
where beer is milk, again.
My dick is longer than
the 16th Street Mall.
Spiked buildings
w/ false clocks,
don't quiz me
on the laws of Vegas --
I'm clueless because
the Great Hum Magnet
doesn't work on me.
Even the bats won't touch
those sour balls, fiddler.
The walkie-talkie demo
will begin in ten minutes.
I've silenced
the pool-mouths
myselves.
Can I bring a friend?
Whiff a particle
snatchy sunshin(e.)
You're just in time
I drank a bottle of asteroid tequila
& I feel kind of sandwich.
The stench of burning rinds
reminds me of the melon mines
of Stradivarius VII.
You can't stop the bum rush --
who in their right mind
would want to?
Fur clump flung
from the rooftop --
The owl is the symbol.
The circle is activated.
The energy is limitless.
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bio/graf
J. D. Nelson's poems have appeared in many small press
publications, both print and online. He lives in
Colorful Colorado. Visit J. D.'s website for more
information: http://www.MadVerse.com
