sharingpoetry:

The nose-end that twitches, the old imperfections-
Tolerable now as moles on the face
Put up with until chagrin gives place
To a wry complaisance-

Dug in first as God’s spurs
To start out of the mud
It stabled in; long-used, became well-loved
Bedfellows of the spirit’s debauch, fond masters.

(submitted by somniatortrux)

thus, namesake poet gives an ode to blackheads, pimples and whiteheads. which i already have, culled from work.