Poetry Drawer: the pillow star is a cardboard missile: the sound of the furniture of the brook (wear a new cape): the grass in the gandalf rays by J. D. Nelson

the pillow star is a cardboard missile

your circle is a triangle
this is my pile of moons

the unified heaven
the name of the silence

the machine is boiling the numbers
this old owl is the lantern

in the marigold half-pipe
on the morning of the crying

the sound of the furniture of the brook (wear a new cape)

the slipping book of vowels is not moving thru the window
the letter of the moon when I am the calm apple

a new apple for the paris & the london & that old world of the channel
I become the clever alien when I see the street level world of the pines

I was the laughing huck of the old island
we are here in the sweet dust of the something

another time is the layer of salt to feel a hundred more
the french bread is the weather of the cardboard name

the grass in the gandalf rays

in the pines I saw a meteor
shaking a glass I won a news trumpet

is that the worm of the winter dust?
is that the paper of the doll?

to see a measurable nothing
the breakfast of the cloud

why my copper is in the doritos
that nectar could slow the earth

              why it
              hums

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 first full-length collection, entitled In Ghostly Onehead, is slated for a 2021 release by mOnocle-Lash Anti-Press. His work has recently appeared in E·ratio, Otoliths, and Word For/Word. Visit Madverse for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado, USA.

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