The Wings of the Nose

The wings of the nose

I sense them fluttering

Making a passenger

Out of the olfactory system

And the brain flies along just for fun

Where are you going O wildest of widely wandering wings

Where are you taking us, my Sweetie and me?

"I am taking you someplace where you will like it

I am trying to find a place where you can rest

and enjoy the most important sense of things of all, which

is mine.

Haven't you given up the other pleasures yet?

Touch, which is just an irritation

Taste, which I view with distaste

Hearing, which is there just to put a strain on you

Sight, which is something I have never quite been able to see

Just in case you haven't

come with me now

aloft in my sensational flying machine

Spend all your time

Wandering with me all day long, not to the places you want to

go, but to places you can't resist going

Let your schedule of appointments be organized by waftings

O follow follow

So you will say

At the end of the day

The odor of decay

Is the best and strongest and sweetest:

The smell of fire on bone;

Of rich earth."