the poetry that matters

J. D. Nelson

J. D. Nelson's poems and experimental texts have appeared in many small press and underground publications, including Zygote in my Coffee, Otoliths, Starfish Poetry, Cherry Bleeds, Word Riot, Lit Chaos and The Dream People. Spiders in my Beard, his collection of 25 poems is included in the second volume of The Virtual Chemists series. (http://www.lulu.com/content/818354) Visit http://www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Since 1990, Nelson's audio recordings, interviews, poetry readings, live performances and culture hacking experiments have been broadcast on several radio stations in the United States. His audio experiments (recorded under the name OWL BRAIN ATLAS) are online at http://www.OwlNoise.com. OWL NOISE 0, his album of experimental spoken word is available as a free download at http://www.mediafire.com/owlnoise. J. D. lives in Colorado, USA.


chopped almonds
            bright water

ganked genes


bgs                  u



born w/ yellow eyes

I can't calm myself down
w/o dreaming first

windows to nowhere

I'm under the table
w/ a video camera

look at you
w/ your lips
on the light switch



little wig face

cable eye one

too many noodles
so I stepped back
& watched the action

not unlike a ceiling fly

catch a grape sourball
number niner
it's too bad about
the underwater alphabet

at bucktoothed sunrise

fish are startled
when we do this
in the river



The Sunshine Ghost w/ the White Noise Participle

I'm the harbinger of tasty times to come.

They've stapled raw bacon
to the walls of my padded cell.

I was caught
fleeing the scene
w/ old newspapers.

as long as it's raining

down in the cannibal swamp
where sunshine ain't customary

rubbed wrong

there goes a toad

I'm wearing my fisherman cap
I'm going back to the water
            with haiku spear
            with knives

combat gauze
from amazon dot com

the blind monks
under the house
            brain salad

for the benefit
of the snails



tree lit up golly

we need locks on these fish tanks
but who's got money for that
in this winter of no fireflies
that's the way it is up here

Anthony Underwolf
has the microphone

listen closely, kids



first with pliers

Summer 19xx

            redshift articulator
            marching to the sea
            demanding a halo

politely denouncing sunlight
staring at dimestore stars
for the fourth night

camping out
ain't so bad –
right, Eddie?

"Little" Ed Little has

            marks of Heaven
            hands for good
            brains for God
ribs thru shirt
pen in pocket
one hundred grand
            on hand



pardon the apostrophe

crawling with babies
hello popular ystrdy
geronimo plastic

the angel-headed owl
has another pinch of sun snuff

today it's salamander coins




crows every morning
radio & notes


fighting over
human hearts

answer w/ noise

blue serpent
bleeding on the lawn


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