Gale Nelson

 

 

Their Vocal Soul Din

Shrink guised terror's flood or enact growth's
vine-pelted stem. Slog past success in spring,
then master vittle's call. Rise, avoid crest's
black-clad ink, attack limpid sacks plaid and
worn. Visage tomed, the paging sheltered, then your
cattle charge up for grass land sown in love,
creating valid history courses brought to copses
by lips' smooth speech, coaxing tales borne
of spirit's brood. Employ scuttling space about
land's void — and lift last pains
therein. Enhance the parrot's urge — seethe
on larynx's fading, financing folly. Pepper
slurs at first oral sadness, bent at foiled
spleen — lick chair's clues, shout boasts shed via
classic argot by feigning ballad's rhythmic blast.

 

 

Sparse Fields Plowed Last

Foretold a lore that shined mule-link songs
even I lost the rhythm in. Send my big mouse,
then spill all clad spoons out. Stale thoughts of true
spools shape, avail arena's bottom flue.
Bad crops spoil age's moist yet blotted crest,
ooze java, seek oaken chests
then speak. Spare crates of dual-vault mast. Soggy,
charm empire ballot in about-facing bow.
Enough chores ingest voice of free
totem's speed shale or enact an excellent duck
for this badge. Resolve that masterly sand crabs stole
these staged clues of viola's sproing —
luck gives us gauged embers reddened, then
blood. Shout each splendid call, soon simper
and brace that trail of spoons, vie
the lost eon or bend our clamor's rue,
fear chosen bitter homes enhanced and
depict forced toss spoiled as we hug
mast and shiver. Predict, condemn, lug, soak the
kettle, piercing this hulking crest. Quake
impacts craters, foils spoon's fun. Career sparks
clouds and each fuel sack leaks in mystery.
Shut that shed, lead on, donkey, climb tallest peak,
then quit. Honed shouts loom, then our
oak tree bends, but sudden edicts
ablaze. Guard these acorns, exit leader's
call. Boots gleam, the sod looms,
stuns soil's even fold. Enact fellows around that
stand, clumsy fearing the blue fog we could spin on
this fig. Little consent dims, meanders, also pouts.
Crazed engine of creative alcove,
singing creaky designs sung lewd but as thanks,
absolve me and then coax irony's lost small cusp of
exacting love in and coil. No
shed all this, feel free.

 

 

 

Terse Nest

Contracts at end can hone on
lambasted slights snared in ego's
tight grip. Foraging for influxed
fissures speeds toxic redoubts
to rest by host agency. Perfect throng,
snipe this careful test – mood
can carry on even the bitterest
trills. Thirst handles pitcher construed
by trusted teachers bent on any
fixed end. Confound forlorn facts
extended past oft through traits
uninformed, yet tossed back in
vital song recalled. Or is that
childish, tones droned past totem's grand
game? Sinister tactics
suggesting lesser pride redacted
by visible methods can install datum's
wrenching spell. Careen past snafu
and tout cloister's proud tract sodden
when mouthing butchered excellence.

 

 

 

Their Vocal Soul Din

Lights up in wheel's wrong spool of thread's lost
shine, velvet send-off parts fuse's ill-wind
crease. Stylize raided atoll in red
grammar, dial aging trial paid as
soil's dandy venom speeds past cries swelled best for trust
slated and sent upon crab-lamp's oil. Frosted,
the glass is dark. This is not doubt's tremor but doom's best
glint of horse's depth. Throw fading shares over
losing stir, or open trout's first stave about
sand's moist star. Trim land's valid
test, vestige and better path of urged betterment —
not attack's shifting grass. Sing of these
unflagging boards faded, bent and soiled —
yet they still stand. Lights up, set our long parenting mask
as if alone in bigamy's avid gall.

 

 

 

Sparse Fields Plowed Last

Love, go swoon, speak in the lute's spigot,
seem blind or rest bitter-climb off dunes.
Desist alarms of proof, dual the four houses
honorably, hear paid arena spoofs full fed
as coordinated coins devolve, then
spool each case, endow all screens,
sheen all acres, accept our cravat thus as no
shape in reason's script; and doubt stains. Odd
spent shroud, close in, be Orient's lost creed,
or lend me the ablest shoddy verdant plant we see up
on this craven spell. Go easy, as easy as one
better makes use of this orator. Sing
this — nice sun values these trees shed
as date's last valid thorn sponsors fine
good thoughts, created in a shooting frenzy
we don't send down. No. The found-above shell
speaks of either cone shells at sea's
best film, or the opposite: a spent cup
as basic, depending on the grunt of shapes
better prised in this humid shell; thus spake
this bad-shamed boy in long loud cadence, as
though a creature that we trailed
but had seen as doomed. This angle sends last
crest up (if one counts doomed jousts),
roars greedy feud-lute exit
arranger. Summate: each ode is peace
and song's love aged not so long.
Sung, coin better love's age or span shouts as
assume railed dues. Note our bliss on
this visit, then hope is the ace all hold. You
can see this, lest love can ill abhor me.
This chime calls me, it must send, must call all
alone the pace of all I know or all must not
speak in tones I can spin on in long
years — I sense best lens.