the tattooed man iv
the tatooed man
is
swirling
whirling
a dervish
rumi's
friend
a motion picture
in motion
my life in little movies
on his cape
some
sepia
some
technicolor
some
black
and
white
stills move
like
harry potter paintings
personalities
places
mistakes
old lovers
great moments
old feelings
birth
and
the other end
perch like
laughter on the sidelines
as my
life
passes
in twirles
on the tattooed man's
cape
he dances like shiva
is still
as
siddartha
is complete
like
mateo appearing
mateo
the human
shaman
inside the tattoed man
welcomed
and
loved
feared
and
in wonder of
for mateo
abides no man
loves all
the tattooed man
is a flag
he
moves
like a dreamscape
first
on green grass
then
on fire
under clear water
in
pure air
i
in the temple
the tattooed man seats himself
breaths hard
in a sweat
on
his
bright silken pillow
i sit with him
his cape speaks
his eyes
glitter
wild
green
he smiles
diamonds in rags
bare soul rising
yes
he shouts
yes
he says
he says yes
he stands
he flings
his cape
he flies above me
he shouts
his voice
light
wind water
extatic
brave
yes he shouts
yes
yes
yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes yes
... yes ...
i stand
alone
i am
the tattooed man
is
swirling
whirling
a dervish
rumi's
friend
a motion picture
in motion
my life in little movies
on his cape
some
sepia
some
technicolor
some
black
and
white
stills move
like
harry potter paintings
personalities
places
mistakes
old lovers
great moments
old feelings
birth
and
the other end
perch like
laughter on the sidelines
as my
life
passes
in twirles
on the tattooed man's
cape
he dances like shiva
is still
as
siddartha
is complete
like
mateo appearing
mateo
the human
shaman
inside the tattoed man
welcomed
and
loved
feared
and
in wonder of
for mateo
abides no man
loves all
the tattooed man
is a flag
he
moves
like a dreamscape
first
on green grass
then
on fire
under clear water
in
pure air
i
in the temple
the tattooed man seats himself
breaths hard
in a sweat
on
his
bright silken pillow
i sit with him
his cape speaks
his eyes
glitter
wild
green
he smiles
diamonds in rags
bare soul rising
yes
he shouts
yes
he says
he says yes
he stands
he flings
his cape
he flies above me
he shouts
his voice
light
wind water
extatic
brave
yes he shouts
yes
yes
yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes yes
... yes ...
i stand
alone
i am
the tattooed man
1 Comments:
Interesting shape... wonder if a poem about a tatooed man could look like a tatoo...
hmmmm. ^..^
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