Once my nose crawled like a snail on the glass I
Smelled pop corn popping over and autumn breeze as
Venus rounded the Sun at 48 degrees
Once my nose crawled like a snail on the glass I
Took a wiff of peppercorns as
They cracked out of their mill and
Smelled Grandma's armpits sweating from
Grinding refills
Once my nose crawled like a snail on the glass
My salivary glands danced around a plate of melted brie whilst
Driving bumper to bumper in noxious tunnel fumes
In a new olive green 77 Dodge that mirrored my father's showroom.
Before I lost my smell, before I lost my smell,
I would eat eggs with their eggshells
Do barbells and
Run like a gazelle
Today, my impotent nose renders me
Tasteless and rundown
I quit my job
Managing a Scottish carousel
Where horses spun wearing tartans
Chasing whales chasing krill chasing Martians.
