J.D. Nelson

Dessèrt de Noël au poivre

 

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in den heiligen nächten

 

earthbrain was the ghost of christmas pepper

following a course set one thousand years before bread

 

the angel on top of the tree is serious

I am the rushing water and the puddings

 

let’s see how they shine

the raisins and crackers bearing mold

 

I am the heart of the green

in the eye of a snowman

 

we open gifts in the forest

in the shade of the aluminum tree

 

my present (a green clock)

 

hanging here is a spider web

in the good of winter

 

in my stocking there is a cake

I stand with that frustrated santa

 

shouting for the elves

and now a clam or supperfish

 

in a pie of flowers

splendid with your chimera

 

the rising smoke of the lord

balancing a swift particle

 

tinsel, automatically

smiling for dots candy

 

the morning of the tree

 

are you a rushing winter boar?

a satellite? an oxfordian?

 

I learned of the boardroom donkey

I walked a mile in the snow for a funnel cake

 

a smattering of turkey gel

the kids in their morning snow nest

 

the walrus paste is the shy grace of the new planet

culture could cork that snowballed feather

 

a golden candlestick dinner

the crown of the king is all over the news

 

bio/graf

 

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.

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