Extremely Disrupted Profile.

Extremely Disrupted Profile.

©-MFB III

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I saw him only once

but his face it haunts me still,

I realized as I stood there

that my gaze was overkill.

I was a bit embarrassed

to be staring, and not show

the horrors that I felt inside

of which he'd never know.

My mix of pity and my dread

at him, this mangled man,

who stood licking his ice cream cone,

on top of Hoover dam.

At first I noted something wrong

but it took me just a while,

to figure out that he'd been cursed

a disrupted profile.

exactly where his nose should be

there were just gaping holes,

which made it easier to lick

his ice cream I suppose?

But the flatness of his features

from the side was most unreal,

and I thought of all the many things

that he would never feel.

like a Kleenex wipe, or sunglasses

just resting on his face,

and the scents of spring and apple pie

erased by empty space.

I saw how women turned their heads,

avoiding getting near him,

some walked sideways, some inched along

the narrow curb to clear him,

as if they'd cause to fear him.

Perhaps it was his cigarettes

that made some tumours form,

inside his nasal cavities,

then left him far from norm

A frying pan was what his face

resembled from the side,

I wondered what he blew on,

when his holes ran, as he cried??

he stood there, though so casually,

as he finished up his cone,

then he left his image in my head,

even when I got back home.

I don't know what his story is,

or even how it ended

the shock, and awe kept me from being

someone he befriended.

He wasn't that old of a man

maybe he just got tired,

perhaps he's in a coffin now

where noses aren't required.

how long can one, who's shunned

go on rejected by mankind,

perhaps the cancer finally won,

then he ran out of time,

But he lives on inside my head,

he's partly why I quit,

filling my flesh with poisons from,

each fresh lit cigarette

My nose is not the greatest

but it helps define my face,

I would not hasten it to go,

and leave an empty place,

by sucking on tobacco smoke,

that's proven to deface.

I will not run my race through life,

and then lose by a nose,

I'd rather choose as best I can,

the way I'll be disposed,

and keep the parts I came with

when they lower me below.

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