My Nose

My nose is red now

Full of scratches

I have put on two specs

Here in this mortuary

I overdo the Joker

Death in coins

The conductor flicks his tickets

There is wind down there

My nose is red now

Black heads removed

The light from Victoria flashes

One last time

I remove my specs

Too little to see in this dark

The cave with tentacles

Needing paper to breathe

My nose is red now...

My old fingers

My old fingers

Where someone lived

Years back.

A large headed man with a single horn

Jumping ahead with vaults and volleys

Up and down from the various joints of the body

My old fingers have forgotten him now.

But the good old skin

Still erupts with older peels

I roll them up and remove them

My dear little folds of sorrow

There he dies

In my old fingers...