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Three Poems

by J.D. Nelson



you're writing this as you're reading it


I used to work as a big bug
down at the pancake factory.

I was responsible for
spraying everyone
with money.

There's a radio church
right up here in my skull --
would they lock me up
if I let all the light out?

William Tell overturned
the house party with his
crate full of 99-cent records.

 


USA 13 w/ Teeth & Teeth & Teeth


This is the reminder I'll write for myself in the future.

It took 44 men to pull Ol' Ezra from the gravel trap. I took pictures of the jungle animals to show my new dream girlfriend. I met her last night & she kissed me. Peach pie milkshakes for everyone -- my treat! I took a picture of myself laughing at ten below in Denver. The beach was strewn with eye-stalks & power-wombs.

I'm blacking out the stars w/ a 20 y/o magic marker. I'm not satisfied with flashbacks & applesauce. Everyone loves mud! Hope you're luckier than that rabbit out on the HWY this morning. I held my hat over my heart & said a prayer for the poor lil' fella. I started humming an old video game tune before long.

I'm the new manager of the breakfast team. I inhaled spores this morning. I almost went back to school for a horticulture certificate. There's a button on the back of my television set that lets me communicate with the aliens when no one's looking. Oliver Entropy guessed the number of severed fingers in the old eye-jar & won an invisible frisbee. A clock-worm swallowed the city whole before expelling its tiny pellets of time.

I have to write myself a message for later.



Mr. Mean Joe Green Jeans


I say they're 'bracelets'
but she calls them rings
around her wrists.

Helix set: nega-watt "x"
one second / spiral sequence
Latitude "J" and hello.

Freak(when)see
spilt celestial milk
(look south,
towards the center.)

Don't you cry
mama bayou
MOCKingbird
w/ diamond eyes.

Nest perspective:
Alpha L*E*O
appROACHing.

My construction-paper
wristwatch is ready.
(I used all of the red.)

Set up top o that text-thing,
ocho after ABC
up w/ a box o snack crackers
shaped like FISH.


Copyright © JD Nelson 2006

J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words and sound in his subterranean laboratory. His poems have appeared in many small press publications, both print and online. His first chapbook of poems, entitled *xiii* is available from Mad Verse Press. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information. J. D. lives in Colorado, USA.