On Nose-Blowing and Intelligence

When I have a cold
Or when I sniff mold
I blows
My nose
And sneezes
With eases.
When I look at the tissue
And inspect what has issued
My snot
Does not
Look right
In my sight.
It was gray
Yesterday.
My dad always said
I was slow in the head
And now I can tell
Why I don't think too well
And why I can't write poems
That rhyme good.
Because I have no doubt
It's my brains I blow out.

March 2003