Richard Brautigan

(January 30, 1935 – September 14, 1984 / Tacoma, Washington)

My Nose Is Growing Old - Poem by Richard Brautigan

Yup.
A long lazy September look
in the mirror
say it's true.

I'm 31
and my nose is growing
old.

It starts about 1/2
an inch
below the bridge
and strolls geriatrically
down
for another inch or so:
stopping.

Fortunately, the rest
of the nose is comparatively
young.

I wonder if girls
will want me with an
old nose.

I can hear them now
the heartless bitches!

"He's cute
but his nose
is old."


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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