silent about face, it alone
can cause humming hair
can cause humming hair
to stand, back when hair
fought scale and fin
when summer drenched
sweat, the body beat
the rain to the punch
reptilian, hissing
straight to the brain
as if it were the surviving crone
snoring cantos of our names
without use of spine or nervous
system, this means maggots
bathed in putrid meat
the predators draw near
this probe can grab smoke
or decay, remove it, sure
leave discernment to the crow
in verse of feathered caw
unhallucinatable, it knows
the olfactory assumptions
once a caravan, once a sum
savior while eyes struggled
for awareness in deep caves
there, tadpole, the sea
and scent of salty cream
so thick you taste it
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dVerse: The optician's words (I think I used them all, or at least variations of :)
A striking and ambitious poem that hit the mark! I can’t remember ever reading a poem about a nose, and you’ve given me one that made me sit up! I love the thought of the body beating the rain to the punch and the lines:
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straight to the brain
as if it were the surviving crone
snoring cantos of our names’
and
‘this probe can grab smoke
or decay, remove it, sure
leave discernment to the crow
in verse of feathered caw’.