Ears, Eyes, Nose

I've treated you horribly, I know
your peeled, raw tips glowing darkly in the wind
you can only glower in cold pain
I bought a hat for you, I hope
that is sufficient for you.

When staring through both of you I sense somehow that you
don't even know I'm there I feel as if certainly
you are in your own
very infinitesimal world
especially on mornings when you stare only at oceans lit blue and grey and upon it the horizon of cloud,
growing into voluminous cotton explosions
like the final battle of sky and sea
or perhaps their consummation.

And for you lastly, your sniffles have ended me
there is nothing I can do for you
we must agree to disagree.