Thereupon I devoted my life
to orgasmic asceticism
swearing never to eat again;
I would not live by bread,
just Godhead

and all the kittens would purr themselves
a mellifluous symphony of inscrutability
whose intangible notes would drip upon me
like yellow wax spurting from phallic candles
devoutly donning caps;
in order to better know myself
when free of material desires and fractious fires
of doggish suffering:
I decided to perceive myself

I peered down unto myself
and saw a disfocused nose
that was no fun, and tried to run
from my Phillipean gaze
so my hand raised, grabbed that ruddy snothole fast
and glued it back upon my face,
wiped until a clot befell
and when I could no longer smell
Eurekan revelation rendered estranged the name
of astrally deranged junior rocks craving of power

and upon that very hour
my name
was nose;
who knows?
my name?
my soul,
who knows?
the whole,

and whosa gonna pick it?
and whosa gonna blow it?