J. D. Nelson




Walden 2020

my black shack sits on top of the hill,
w/ its crooked chimneypipe
& grey cloud w/ a frown.

I survive on stashed
rations of lotto balls.

I mint new coins -- no dead heads,
just stars, suns, celestial events.

I rise before dawn
to gather berries in the garden,
in the dark.





hey, wouldn't you like to turn on?

I have the answer right here in my hand
it's the latest ray
from that blue fungus sun
the one that bit your eyes out
and I'm not going anywhere this morning
I can stay and play your game
but what's it to you anyway?
we could've played a game and maybe
I could've made some breakfast but
we'll never know because I never
called you and I don't know what's
next for the citizens of this tent.





incense lesson

on the dark side of my moon brain:

turn one around & plant the cactus jack! piss on the
welcome mat, you old bastard jazz cat! no food for
you, glue sniffer! louse! you play us a sad song,
something for the past, the old days when we were
young & had something to believe in, not like now, not
like it is right now -- we're miserable & our bodies
hurt, ache, you name it.

this is a rainbow from a heart, this is liquid
crystals, this is a bamboo flute & some ancient
melody, I hear it again & I love the world all of a
sudden, even w/o my record collection, even w/o any
direction, nothing like something with my name on it,
my very own earth name, my new name, yes, I'm from
somewhere else.

I don't know what it's like anymore. reason to
believe, creature teeth, night time bleeding & maybe
peeing the bed, I'm not a child any more, but this is
a serious & frightening situation -- I sound like a
lawyer right now because I'm scared to face the
reality of the situation.

is this the end of the old world? I know john coltrane
when I hear him. it's what makes the most sense to me
on a consistent basis, right there next to the oatmeal
& the box of crackers I stole from the first
convenience store on the moon -- our next door
eyeball, giant light bulb, I can read the complete
works of Dylan right here on this toadstool & I have
pointed boots because I'm an elf.