Found myself
Yesterday
I was the one
With the yellow balloon
Talking with the stars
I melted into air
Eyes
Teeth
Tongue
Nose
Nose?!
Gross!
Scent is so obscene
More personal than nakedness
We will strip our selves
And guess
What is left?
Just that big
Yawning
Nostril
Like a cavern
Where
Things live
Where
Breath rushes in
Where
I fall
Now
Climbing,
Climbing upward
To the light of what I do not know
Found myself today,
Finger in nose
Finger in myself
Like a rape
Finger,
Nose.
If someone picked your
Nose without
Your consent
Would you scream
"DEFILEMENT!"?
But no, no one can
Talk of the nose
Talk of this place
More secret than toes
And how this arose
Is a matter of speaking
I cannot suppose
That it was intentional.
They say "do not speak"
And we do
"haha, p***s"
Haha, indeed.
But no one cares
When you rub
Your nose.
It's not a perversion
As far as I've heard.
Although it would be
Absurd to have
Chastity
Be the basis of
Your nostril hygiene.
How often has the part
That sticks out at the
Start of your life
Been ignored?
In magazine clippings,
The surveys scream
"I love blue eyes!"
But what of the nose?
The curve of it,
The shape, skin stretched tight over cartilage...
The taste of it, soft and yielding like babyflesh
How funny it can be, with a red clownish bump
(or a few, we aren't often told to take care of the
nose)
Or secretive, with camouflage spots.
How many people have been shot in the nose?
Not many.
Perhaps Prince William
But then,
He despises camouflage (doesn't go with the shirt).
What is a person without a nose?
(couldn't stop to smell a rose or roses)
What would you do without noses?
And is it a plural or could it be more of a
quadruple?
And how many smells does yellow have?
That newly washed plastic smell
Rubber duck in the bubblebath smell
Fluffy new towel smell
Banana gone too ripe.
Could you measure how yellow smells?
You are a skull without humor
The nose smiles, and the world ignores it
But when the nose disappears,
Why is it so missed?
Like a bedraggled housewife,
Unappreciated
Until it doesn't do it's job
(and then it's less appreciated).
Love your nose!
Without it, you would be
Without
Anything to distinguish
Cauliflower from
Candy corn
You would mourn the death of the nose.
A huge effigy dedicated
A huge funeral pyre
To burn it to the sky
And that smell
O! The burning!
And you could only cry
For sniffing is out
Without the nose.
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On the "Nose Ode" (do you have to take antihistimenes for a Nose Ode? wink ):
I think a person without a nose is still a person, just a little deprived.
Blowing your nose is perfectly normal, everone does it, but I'd rather not see it.
I can admire a man's nose without defining him by it.
There's lots of different types of noses in the world, and most get the job done.
A nose by any other name would smell sweat.
Ok, that's enough for now mrgreen