MORE ABOUT MY NOSE
BEAT POETRYMy wife says
I have pretty eyes,
also she says
I have great lips,
too bad.
God put this amusement ride
that I call my nose
right between the two.
God has a sense of humor.
BEST OF BRAUTIGAN
BEAT POETRYBEST OF BRAUTIGAN
BEAT POETRY
"My Nose Is Growing Old"
Yup.
A long lazy September look
in the mirror
says it's true:
I'm 31
and my nose is growing
old.
It starts about
an inch
below the bridge
and strolls geriatrically
down
for another inch or so:
stopping.
Fortunately, the rest
of the nose is comparatively
young.
I wonder if girls
will want me with an
old nose.
I can hear them now
the heartless bitches!
"He's cute
but his nose
is old."
Yup.
A long lazy September look
in the mirror
says it's true:
I'm 31
and my nose is growing
old.
It starts about
an inch
below the bridge
and strolls geriatrically
down
for another inch or so:
stopping.
Fortunately, the rest
of the nose is comparatively
young.
I wonder if girls
will want me with an
old nose.
I can hear them now
the heartless bitches!
"He's cute
but his nose
is old."
LEXOPHELIA
BEAT POETRYABOUT WURDZ….
I suffer from LEXOPHILIA.
An incurable condition, I fear
Yet far better than lexophobia.
I’ve always liked werds.
I like how they are spelled, mispelled
Used, misused and abused.
Wurds is werdz
Unless ewe bee mee
Then they bee toyz
Play wit dem
Arrange dem,
Anounce dem
Pronounce dem,
And fine alley…
Denouce dem
Clobber a sill ah-bull or too
Just tween me an yoo.
~Tracy
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