up at three (wintry mix)
“earth” has been shortened to “ea”
I’m growling the alphabet
what can we do?
we can’t punish the machines
writing poetry is like eating a giant egg
& the yolk is in your hair
& the bits of broken shell are in your mouth
& you can’t spit them out
why is the godhead a tree
& a mountain
& a bird
& a person running down the mountain?
now go thru the wall
here I am in the next room
go ahead - try it!
the stripe of sprite when I become the rung I will drink a sluice of vegetable juice this is a page from a new book this is heaven inside of a glass jar this is the shape of winter with the new snow this world has the most I’ve ever seen someone says that there are enough stars for three universes a pie, now start on level five nothing is the night oak-meal is the science the clipping of the radio when we are in the sea certain candles light themselves I’m cooking a meal of pine trees I’m a worried waffle in my time in the reeds the cheese was my night-light an angel a bee Bio: J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. His poetry has appeared in many small press publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including Cinderella City (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). His poem, “to mask a little bird” was nominated for Best of the Net in 2021. Visit http://MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado. Poetry by J.D. Nelson : A Weapon of the Sphinx Ant A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with J.D. Nelson
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