By JD Nelson
It’s a Normal morning in Illinois. Robots rusting. I’m building a ship. I’m slipping away tonight. Pyramid of worms. The call! Tin foil pants. Aspirin hands. The whole egg barber has hi-fi bacon. I know the Earth, OK? Is that the old spider? Space gets out, but we have another word. I saw a flying octopus this morning. I’ve seen the underground clouds. Slithering orange. Suction cup puzzle. Lost in the Fingerhut catalog. There’s a pile of commas in the corner of my writing room. I am the future of worms. Red LED pupils. I’m in the kitchen with Christ.
JD f’n Nelson. I love this.
love this. good work, jon. i see you’re seg to writing in a different format. your love of words and your heart, permeate still. i love you, jon.
as usual j.d, top drawer.
you gotta expect the loony followers jd, and right on cue, coo coo for cocoa puffs
Dear JD,
really enjoyed “. Bowie’s coffee”. I’m out here in Noho, MA where I graduated a cylinder from James Tate McProgram. your poem enlivened my jaded synapses.
It’s funny, after finishing MFA, I read better & more poetry, fiction, & NF than I did when enrolled.
I used to have a suction cup puzzle.
This is incredibly amusing. Each line it’s own trip.
“I know the earth, OK?”