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"REMEMBER LAST NIGHT." A short story.
November 11, 2014
May 31, 2016
When I was young I had a tattoo while sat at the back of the class.
It’s where all the bad boys gathered together got down to it with ink acting daft.
I wasn’t bad of course, none of us were, some might say needing a rethink.
So with needle and pen I tattooed my arm looked like a cross with a kink.
That was the start of a lifelong love with the art of adorning ones body.
With pirate ships, exotic creatures and scantily clad ladies all gaudy.
Back then of course to have a tattoo you were a sailor a rock star or in prison.
Luckily for me I was none of those three just liked my skin newly arisen.
My Mum screamed when she saw it said I was common on my way straight to Hades.
How will you ever find a nice girl to love tattoos are not for the ladies
Well times change and I dodged going to hell and have had a quite interesting life
I’ve added tattoos a plenty as the years have rolled by even one of my wife
Proud on my back sits her beautiful face timeless for as long as I am.
Below it some roses her favourite flowers and the kids names a family flow diagram.
On my arms are images special to me Japanese some with deep meaning.
My Grandpa would not like them, (fought them in the war,) he’s gone so attitudes are healing.
I fell in love with the Tats all those years back because ink said you were a bit of rebel.
Different unique with mischief and cheek sometimes prepared to raise hell.
It also expresses my love of all art something that might not surprise you.
To decorate our body is mans ancient need before it all became quite taboo.
Luckily times change tattoos are the norm half of all grown ups have got ‘em.
Which means deep down for just a short while our seriousness we have temporarily forgotten.
And that’s what art does makes you feel alive on your skin or the walls of your cave
Fun and beauty it’s what we all need all to soon we all go to our grave.
You have questions that’s fine I’ve heard most of them now feel free your queries to blurt.
The what the where and the why how much do they cost do they hurt.
Yes to the last sometimes mild sometimes not like somebody scraping a graze.
Tears to your eyes quite often will come I’ve known people faint in a daze.
No pain no gain the old schoolers will say and to a degree that is certainly true.
You earn your tattoos another old saying the pride when your ink you debut.
Watch a young child when upon their small arm they affix a temporary tattoo.
The pride that glows of doing something daring their self-esteem growing anew.
When you see my tattoos please feel free to discreetly look at them all
If they’re out in the air I am willing to share the art of my skins windfall.
What do they mean well that’s a personal thing and some mean nothing at all.
But they’re mine and me my skins poetry my body my arts port of call
A final thought all ink is temporary will only last as long as I do.
Beautiful art like life ephemeral that’s the uniqueness so true.
So enjoy my art I humbly share it please try not be rude.
Obviously the best view you’ll never get is when I’m reclined in the nude.