Tuesday, October 5, 2021

J.D. Nelson With New Shoes For The Moon, Neil Armstrong Nomenclature, And The Coal-fired Goose Of The Warm Hark

sloak now

that lost angler west of the dream

why is there a lion in the clean air, floating?

we reshoed the moon that afternoon

a phantom sound

the milk was pink

the same earth bones

to sing the frog wind of the window

the creature needing the salt for the first time

to make a simple why

it was a cold box of the corn

the alien bread

a crawling crumb

one of those winning hands from the poker game

there exists a second moon

were you in the dust, rusting?

a slithering hush

not a real turtle, but a machine

the open earth opera

the sun was a friend of the other stars

the burd makes his home in the rocks

that faster “yes” from across the room

we named it after neil armstrong

the midnight yodel of yo-dell the decca (the right to warm a tortoise)

the hamlet of pigging

the plate of snouts

the coal-fired goose of the warm hark

now a blustery hum

a special effort to clone up

a non-pathetic choice of vegetable

a living being sporting the nacho pants

your gold luck was too good for the ghost

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.