send in the…
the tattoo artist hesitated and said
you know, I do a lot of images of him
but what you’re wanting is something
sorta blasphemous. you get that?
I told him I did, and that I did not care.
so he inked what I asked: a purple crown of thorns
across my forehead, three blue tears drops
falling from my left eye, a black bruise beneath
my right eye, and four jagged red holes
one on either side of each wrist.
man, they’re gonna say you’ve got a messiah complex.
I said it is complex but its also quite simple –
its not improving the world, but participating in it. as I left the shop he laughed and said good luck, and god bless. and brace yourself. I stepped into the sunlight and it felt like being pushed from a womb into the center ring of a circus already in progress. but there ought to be clowns.
its not improving the world, but participating in it. as I left the shop he laughed and said good luck, and god bless. and brace yourself. I stepped into the sunlight and it felt like being pushed from a womb into the center ring of a circus already in progress. but there ought to be clowns.
Bring it Blase! This is so good.