Ariel's Snot Poem by GRANT FRASER

Couldn't sleep,
so I read your journals,

And there you are,
complementing yourself,
on a life of Nostril picking
dating back as far as you
could remember..

I pick mine too, what the hell!

But the rich detail of
your nasal hulking escapades,
or of what fingers suit different types,

That some are dry and crusty,
other green slimey, and wet,

You smeared most under school desks,
rolled others up, and pinged them!
And so amused if bloodied,

The shenanigans of life & art!

And there is an allusion to sex
in there, as if of the flesh!
the body cavities and visceral health,

That we are human meat & secretion,
destiny ridden, partly animal fact,
rare things of choice, divine features..