Congested, a New Intimacy

[makeshift]

Are windows solid?
Drop, glass--
drip like snot
out a curry nostril.
Sag on your weight--don’t shatter.

Could heads be shaped
like greenhouses
instead of hallways?

We know to break space
is to sprint,
to fill it--to speak,
but to navigate?

The passage lengthens;
my lips unknown.
the silence is war
drums tapped by
a thought:
I wanna slip my tongue up your nose.

[SnarlingThroughOurSmiles]

Are windows solid?
Drop, glass--
drip like snot  Are you saying "drip" because glass is an amorphous solid that does tend to "flow" after a really long period of time?
out a curry nostril.   This sounds vaguely racist but I'm sure you meant something else by this.  Do you mean like what happens to your nose after you eat something spicy?
Sag on your weight--don’t shatter.

Could heads be shaped
like greenhouses
instead of hallways?  Aren't they kind of already more greenhouse-shaped than hallway-shaped?

We know to break space
is to sprint,
to fill it--to speak,
but to navigate?  To explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before

The passage lengthens;
my lips unknown.
the silence is war
drums tapped by
a thought:
I wanna slip my tongue up your nose.  Why though?

...okay so honestly, I'm not entirely sure what this poem is about, but it sounds like something that I wish I could turn into a living experience while drunk, because that'd be amazingly fun.

[CRNDLSM]

Are windows solid?
Drop, glass--
drip like snot
out a curry nostril.
Sag on your weight--don’t shatter.

Could heads be shaped
like greenhouses
instead of hallways?

We know to break space
is to sprint,
to fill it--to speak,
but to navigate?

The passage lengthens;
my lips unknown.  
the silence is war
drums tapped by
a thought:
I wanna slip my tongue up your nose

I actually love this.  Glass not being a solid, our minds dripping out in words instead of shattering.  wondering how to navigate the intentions of the writer/ speaker, tasting it on the tongue.  congested seems like writers block, broken by unsavory curry like food we like but still causes anxiety if it makes my nose run.

[71degrees]

Are windows solid?
Drop, glass--
drip like snot
out a curry nostril.
Sag on your weight--don’t shatter.

Could heads be shaped
like greenhouses
instead of hallways?

We know to break space
is to sprint,
to fill it--to speak,
but to navigate?

The passage lengthens;
my lips unknown.
the silence is war
drums tapped by
a thought:
I wanna slip my tongue up your nose.

Anyone who can write about snot and congestion and make it interesting is okay with me You know, curry is so spicy (to some) that it brings the acuteness of this to a sharpness. When I whiff a "hot" spice, my nose ruffles and I almost always sneeze.

I'm not really sure what's happening but the fact you want to lick that nose is enough for me to visualize a scene, even if it might be gross and disgusting.

I like this, but I don't. It's making me guess too much.

[makeshift]

Hey thanks for the replies everyone, I really appreciate it. I'm glad the poem was enjoyed. I reckon its too obscure atm, which is a problem with most of my writing I think. I'm working on a revision atm, thnx again. Stay tuned!

[Vanity]

So, hey makeshift....I'm sorry to say I didn't really get into this one. Sometimes I think poetry is like fashion, and no matter how nice it is, I just don't want to buy what you're selling.
I have a nine year old boy ...and words like snot, nostril and 'licking noses' are too...eew for me. (Not that I only like unicorn and puppy poems...)
it doesn't mean someone else won't want to buy it. And, it didn't bore me, that's always good.

Gotta say, though, I really liked your other poem, Peter Pan......(-: