4OE

Sun on my back.

Ink under my skin.

My first foray seems

where best to begin.

A midget named Giant

dwarfed by his daughter:

“The bigger the better” -

uncontrollable laughter.

The pain is expected

and can be distracted.

Unlike the ink, though,

it cannot be extracted

Hear the buzz.

Feel the burn.

Smell the sterility.

A flowery fern.

A beautiful gaze,

undying ‘til you die.

A drunken Mexican –

you won’t see his eyes.

The Jolly Roger burns

down deep below,

as Pennywise arrives

to scare the little fellow.

Don’t tell me you love

these eccentric spectacles.

A cycloptic beer bottle

should never grow tentacles.

More space to fill in

all the unmarked skin.

Need more money and time

to put the needle back in.