Ode To A Snot Rag.

Brain compressed.

Mouth dry from hanging wide.

Stabbing behind the left eye.

Take it, snot rag…

take it.

When you multiply-

one on my nightstand,

two on my coffee table,

five on my counter,

I’ll try not to yell.

Just take it, snot rag…

take it.

If you find ways into my pocket,

and into my wash,

and leave pieces of you,

on everything I own,

I swear to look the other way.

Just take it, snot rag…

take it.

Take all that I have,

at 50 miles an hour.

It’s love/hate…

plus

aloe.

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11 responses to “Ode To A Snot Rag.”

  1. That snot rag should be thrilled that you’ve complimented it by writing this fine piece. It’s doing fine work.

  2. Crystal says:

    lol!! Did you recover from your SITS day?? I’m sure it is an immense infulx of visitors/commentors! Hopefully, you are feeling better soon. My fam has been battling a mutant germ for weeks!!

  3. MommaKiss says:

    It’s like…the haiku…sort of…but with…snot…

    so so beautiful…..

  4. Helena says:

    This is deeply moving.

  5. ONLY you could make SNOT poetic! What next, ass cracks and butt wipes.You’ve got a gift my friend.You make the world a better place with your words!:)

  6. Lynnie says:

    I hope when you lay down the snot doesn’t roam from nostril
    to nostril depending on what side you are laying on. That
    sucks.

  7. Kristy says:

    You captured the suckiness of it all. Well done. 🙂

  8. Kimberly says:

    A true poet can capture the essence of anything…kudos to you…you just captured snot (in more ways than one) 🙂

  9. Eric says:

    witty, funny, and thought provoking…sorta

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