Tattoo | Temporalis
You wear the mark of the surname you speak to
knowing nothing of its truth
I wear your birth name as an honor
A man birthed into turmoil hopeful of
Love
Please don’t spit
nothing to see here really
You wear the mark of the surname you speak to
knowing nothing of its truth
I wear your birth name as an honor
A man birthed into turmoil hopeful of
Love
Please don’t spit
“You miss 100% of the shots
You don’t take” Wayne Gretzky
I’ve chased the grey flannel ghost
His homeland and back I’ve come
Suckling rattlesnakes in the Arizona
desert beneath a star ravaged sky passing
to the
Port of emotions
Did we ever believe
in the fantasy
Thrusting asphalt into formed iterations
roots to branches our boughs break splintering heartwood
Deep
Calls of a distant past, recent, and future foreboding
falling on ears deaf to sympathy
electronic transgressions made can never be altered
a permanent scab reserved for picking
when festering thoughts come
Uninvited