a scobble of the caranthium, image by Irene Koronas
the granda answer and panda
why
did they send a mouse to eat the world
there
is a perfectly good cat sitting right here
were
you ever a working robot
with
that hat on your head like a caption
it
can’t be a can or can it
to
be the blinking wood
to
bake a cookie cake
here
we are with the power of the moon
the
wrist of the mothership
the
treasure of the washing machine
to
eat a sandwich in the tent
what
is the same as the colorful world
to
cook with that rice is the brain of the boxing hand
to
measure the frost of the king knife
the king kong lemon
in
the morn there will be a cow noun to parrot the table of the winking eye
I
color the sky with a brush of the wonder
to
flannel out and kick the blender when I hover
to
shoot us a dream with that lemon
a
number of the proud apples
the
apple of the police van
the
strange wooden work
that
egg-shaped language
can
we please see that fruited plain
the
rose is winking tomorrow
the
tube of the monkey ice
the
bread is a gate to the other land
the
word of the same salad
scarp creighton and the burrow of
the nice worms
the
james of the super idea
the
day of the night
we
need a machine here
loneliness
that old cheese
the
royal sun
would
you like to peep
star
bear and the color of pops
one
of these times is nowhere in the book
james
of the gamble to win another night of crab
when
is the color of the happy name to eat a brain
september
is the rice of the beetle bowl
nothing
is the creature of the farm
the usual earth
would
you have stayed up if the stain were a rhino blemish
over
the window to rose a white merry horse
a
measure of the canceled face
a
color of the noon when rushing
the
talking hand without the sun this time
that
traveling bear with the help of the nice eye
a
box of the colorful butterflies
a
box of the cookie noise
the
hornet in the bear cave
the
spiral order of the help is another window
a scobble of the caranthium
not
a second look for the donor door is a fleet of the flight to witness that
winter
this
one is the scab of the thin reynolds
to
become a nana demand a partner of the wheat to thin it out
that
thinking hand is the jungle rug
the
glass alpo to stop a standard fish in that butter
the
lake feather is the hound of the third door to beat a name of the wild face
the
world of potatoes
to
be the wild horse or hare
to
flavor a breakfast face
should
we sleep in the air
to
dust the grin of the shark
the
james of the shoe
the learned fast face
in
those pepper pants
the
lemon and lime pants
if
there is a bear in the soup
what
we do with that hero hair
we
wait for the wet sun to dry out
if
there was ever a light to be known
to
hear a healthy unit of the foam
the
wheel of the unborn fire
would
you like to summon a sun cloud
with
the rooster of the birds
that
sidestepped rooster hand of the cough
eeeee
is the helping hand of the world
the
light of the feather
we
eat a news supper
spaghetti unit
the
common name we use to get to the warm world of the pear
to
live with that fruit of the sun
the
apple was a patch of the wording
that
older world of the plaid funnel
in
the garden of mice
leather
of the marble now a plaid angus
the
might of the sand to creature me a football
the
sad cloud is a game
sugar
on that brain
the
last yes of the no week
in
outer space there is a small log with the pirate map inside
that
older saturn is the cough of the inner tube
why
is there no pressure to win that ape apple
another
bread of the wild friend
it
helps to eat a new apple when combing the hair
if
we are the erupting hand of the winning glass
scrap iron 2 as a new pasted blah
for wheeling
when
we are at peace with that hen of the good world
on
this, a cardboard earth
to
settle this thing in the mud
a
country soup is the mile of the chain
the
shame of the apple was a rectangular adam
says
the head of the hippo police
when
it was a grape summer
the
shark, a cleric, beat the rug
feck
was a heaven of the bread
the
same roost of the pepper to stand with me
a
news lake for nacho power in the back dusting room for elmore james
the
fuster of morble pawn the tocker
—JD
Nelson
