8 Poems by J.D. Nelson w/ Art by Robert Frede Kenter

the galaxy is the key of the brook

underground (where we ate the snake)

I lost a finger in the garden
the parrot on the iceberg is eating charcoal chowder

above the gulf was a cloud
I was coiled for the radio of the sainted knuckle

in the cloned apple room there is a book of these poems
we are in the pages, too

when I am the galactic, I shall remain in the soil to tend the garden

there is a bear here

eating the popcorn of the normal world
we blame the furnace when there is no ice

            we are in the streets
            we are in the stew

in the luck of the world there is a new elm
(in the forest of the light)

in the stomach there are birds
and in the air we have a rain

the name of the world is the blinking noun
it could be the citrus of the brain

being a broken idea is faster
where are we in the wheel?

the science machine & the detroit fusion

on the small side of the sun there is a window

              with the mind of the apple

scramble the bedding of the toes
to soul a freeze

escaping am and pm
on the island of the faces

I was the talking sand of the mouth
I was a natural eye of the order

the chandelier of the nose
to win a skull

a crater of the laugh
gold is the number of the shaking dream

mars is the lanky poison

            martians are clever

silver shoals
the jumbled sun

the classic dream supplants the fist
the gain here in the wilds of the moor

I was g. garfield (tusk)
I’m on the marble checkerboard

I was a rat with the power to surf the brain
to be seated when I am a friend

            the clever rose

the cranberry of the sleep-o

               in my miniature circle

an apple for the sandwich*
the glow of the wind

this is the certain world of the face
the fright of the basketball

the fish to swim a swum
the circular sweetness in my morning


to move through the self as the other

I’m on the little moon
the cardboard hoax

the laser is my light
I’m on the better world

the bakery is my night lock
or paddington bear

the gulf of patterns
the parrot of the park

the pomme of the wild
the elusive cup of butter

the natural american earth

               parking louse
               barn balm

a rope is the noodle of the light
the concrete number of the lake

the struggling hush
the laser lack

the owl is the source of copper and iron
were you over the glen?

the daylight sports apple
at the corner of head and foote

the shape of the ceres
earth is the center of the brain

a news lariat for the dolphin

a child of the swarm becomes the initial iris

the morning is the wind of the science

hey, scoop! can we funnel a dream thru the wall?

eating the heart of the winter

a minor minoan world is the same as the field of the bulls

              to complete that old honey hive

              the brass of the jungle

I was the talking frog who joined the army with the webbed weaponry

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, USA. Twitter: @madverse.

Art: Fragments & Juxtapositions: Visual poems for JD Nelson. (c) 2022 by Robert Frede Kenter.

Robert Frede Kenter is the publisher, mid-wife and EIC of Ice Floe Press. The VISPO collection, EDEN, was published in 2021 (Floodlight Eds.). Robert’s art work & writing have been exhibited & published widely, internationally. Twitter: @frede_kenter.

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