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Gaga

I feel just like a chimney pot

that's been hit by lightning,

after overhearing her on the

phone, for it was frightening

 

having a fling with a woman

doesn't talk like that to me

why she's been off it lately

promised her she'd be free

 

things are now making sense

no more those tickling toes

saying I needed to be firmer

bedside drawer full of dildos

 

d...

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Warpaint

De rigueur are multiple piercings

Everyone seems to sport a tattoo

We don a livery of branded goods

Yet this paraphernalia is hardly new

 

Are we genuine followers of fashion,

Envying next door's Mediterranean tan

Or diven by demons in our genes

That descended from Stone Age man?

 

Why did tattoos become so critical?

Do your lugs really need triple bangles?

Does...

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fossilgeesowlpiercingsstone agetattoowarpaint

Tattoo 1942

It was 1942 and we were exhausted, we'd fought our way to Cairo

While on leave I made friends with Soraya, a local bint

She offered to get a mate to tattoo my chest on the cheap

Which was just as well in the circumstances as I was skint

 

Out of a library of designs I chose the Great Pyramid up the road

In those days my torso was broader than a redwood tree trunk

Time flies an...

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Tattooed Bride

This is a reading of a new poem of mine called Tattooed Bride. There is also a video of this available on You Tube at:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmnZJxpubh0

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tattootattoospoems

'til all my breath is you

How have you inked

this palpitant heart?

Well, let me tell you:

Your barbs extend

long and deep and far,

far enough to pierce

skin of my resistance

with needlepoint of

your persistence.

But not only skin

deep; you refuse to

settle for what I

had to offer, deep--

you broke skin and

plunged deeper than

anyone ever did go

pierced right through

very v...

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tattooinkpoisontoxinbreath

poem tatoo whatever...

FLAMES ARE TEARS. TEARS ARE FLAMES, TILL THE BITTER END... my new tattoo poem in my own writing done by matt, apprentice at banana juice near park cake bakeries. for a gal ill never love. we had 2 chances to be together and it went wierd. not over yet... i dont understand why. also my tat has many meanings and is for other ppl too, not just me. it can mean see it thru to the end, follow y...

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banana juice tattooist mattoldhampoem versetattoo

TAT

 

TAT

 

Each tattoo tells a story in ink to its owner, not just as a picture. Men in the pub ask me on them, what they mean, who did them and why? Different types of needle work, colours and styles all combined together to create my masterpieces. Thousands of pounds spent on permanent designs upon my body. From my favourite band The Gathering, they've not heard of them. As I never d...

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tattootatstoryindividual

TAT poem

 

TAT

 

Each tattoo tells a story in ink to its owner, not just as a picture. Men in the pub ask me on them, what they mean, who did them and why? Different types of needle work, colours and styles all combined together to create my masterpieces.

Thousands of pounds spent on permanent designs upon my body. From my favourite band The Gathering, they've not heard of them. As I nev...

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tattoopoem

Tattoo Suzi

You left a lovely tattoo mark on our grey cloud world

Tatoo Suzi

your lovely bones will rattle on down the dirty streets

of Camden Suzi

where the bees go sleep at night only your hair knows

your hair Suzi

we can drink up in the skies by the railtrack bridge

your bridge Suzi

 

Break the broken heart

paint the damned soul dark

shut the shut down mind

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hairbeesrattletattoobridgerailtracksuzicamdenTV

Armed

Narcissus stared at the art work

before selecting a martial sleeve.

A fusion of Japanese gangster

and Polynesian tribal.

 

Hand function was straightforward.

Ranging from tea ceremony

to stone crusher,

crocodile wrestler

was the choice.

 

She thought her bank authorisation

into the machine

and dropped her old arm

in the recycling tray.

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