When the Nose Blows

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When the nose blows
The explosion can be heard
For miles and miles and miles

Vision blurred
It's a tough challenge
When the nose blows while driving

 The taste of the trickle
That runs from the nose to the throat
Neutral to nauseating

Smell muted for a moment
Or maybe several
It may be a sneeze barrage

Then there are those occasions
Of explosive art
When a sneeze turns to a snart


~Cie~


http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-4/
 Notes:
Today's poem was supposed to include all five senses. I kind of did that.
The -666 readers of this blog may notice new poems creeping in on past dates where you hadn't seen a poem before. These poems aren't back-dated or anything. You just didn't notice them until now!

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