TATOOS

Mobilizing the rising need to shave the back of my head.

Mobilizing the arousal to open the back of my skull.

Mobilizing the forces that call for some kind of action.

My thoughts are covered in blue ink.

Hair to the north/

body to the west/ I marvel at those that paint their war colors/ shouting their song for all to hear/ take notice as you look away, you hear/ their song slowly whispered through your senses/ Its not a song of freedom or a cry or plea/ but victory over the demons of soul.