Thursday, June 24, 2010

J.D. Nelson

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Was it yesterday or not the morning? I speak little, boiling noise of the heart. I smoke and study little words. Morning ark in head. One morning the ribs.

One pheasantyear.

Grafted hand is none of that black water. The Mars of Kokig.

Ohlumbus the buyer with mood and fingers. A dusk of purple. The hygienic ghoul.

Oh, sope, the old one if that was a vampire with Denver wheels.

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In Black Sabbath jeans. Princeton in every blade of grass. The trout of stomachs in Nottingham. America is the peach with beetles. The Dallas of forty-one a dollar ago. Stinking of plenty, another blue knight with beans and the secret yarn. 'Umbling or humbling?

ENDING: With liberty and justice for all of God's monsters.

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Magic "G" the Golden Wok

The angry capitol of Colorado. The Trenton of my youth. The grass in the morning with bull. The complete STAR WARS in memory. The moment in a yesterday blue. Artful Charlie, the buffalo who smokes on Sundays. The future is Frankenstein. Scream the day. Normal eyes in Mars of the room. The Judas Priest kid at the arcade. Glass, maybe denim. The other day was the other day. Mothership day of Christ in the future. How about now, tonight? Denver loves bargains.

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J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words and sound in his subterranean laboratory. His bizarre poems and experimental texts have appeared in many small press and underground publications. Visit for more information and links to his published work. His audio experiments (recorded under the name OWL BRAIN ATLAS) are online at OWL NOISE 0, his album of experimental spoken word, is available as a free download at J. D. lives in Colorado, USA.