Charles Hice Poet Free verse

I Am Nose

I Am Nose 
The flies they crawl upon it 
in the blazzing summer times, 
and the thing gets hard like granite in the sun. 
It nearly turns to stone. 
Some air passes in and out of passages 
beneath it`s dome. 
And people like to make a fist 
and send it from it`s home. 
The thing is still a part of Jesus. 
They should learn to leave it well alone. 
A woman puts some powder on her`s 
to keep the glare down 
from her tequila sunrise 
to keep the thing from announcing 
that She is still at home. 
And a young man still sticks his 
where it just nevere does belong. 
And an old man learns to follow his own, 
and leave every othere one alone. 
I am sure ewe guessed at my meaning. 
I am Nose.

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