J. D Nelson
- In a Place Where the Water Flows Like Women-
unusually peculiar:
the mystery of
tiny white flowers,
impossible blossoms
I'm in the center
of some mental desert --
just a drop would do.
- Plaster Your Capsule With Pod Posters -
shine your light on me, little star --
whose eyes have been blinded
by your greatness?
mad saints
with their bells
and brushes --
the emporer has become
a gardener. has anything
really changed?
this camera picks up
mental stains
and karmic skid marks.
disrobe & cleanse
yourself in the
synthetic water.
- (Haiku No. 210) -
a patch of bare trees
naked in the thin sunlight --
grabbing at the sky
- Canteen Full of Gasoline -
a blue bat
flashed past
my semi-arid
eyes --
I'm a bonesman
out here in the
New American Desert.
I drink a glass
of water
every other day
& I sometimes
have pains.
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