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The tat and now for the poetry that came out of this weekend.

Dolphins Watch

Our bodies prone
Sttetched out
Vast like the ocean
Desire curling like snakes
Lust salting our blood
Sucking the water through our burning skin
Your heat becomes warm waves
Washing over the earth of my body
Eroding its shores

Nerves tingle
To your siren song
Piercing my thoughts like bullets
Blowing through me
My reservations misting from the holes
Diluted in the sea of our blankets

Slowly we are one
Admist the crashing
We become silt
Our dance slowly finishes
With only the dolphins to watch

Mole

I saw a dead mole
Which caused me to miss the car
That hit the puddle
Water splashing my eyes and body

Sputter
Tumble
Fumble
Slide
Slope

Down the steep hill
Cursing as I lose control
Insults directed at the car

Crash
Thrash
Slash
Smash

Onto the soggy soil
Face in the mud
I rise flush with anger
My only thought
I'll be late for work

Damn Mole

Skin

Ink slides from the needle
Gravity forcing it into my skin
Colors and shadow take shape
Slowly under able hands
Guided by my vision

I give myself eyes
Seeing the world with clarity
Without the cataracts
Formed from despair

He etches my heart and bones
Bared for all to see
Hopes and dreams apparent
The tired weight I've carried
Knowledge of when they break

Wings to adorn my back
Strong and pure
The fantasies I held while young
Come true as I take flight

My nightmares
Writhing in the coils of my fear
You will know I'm human then
Trapped like the children we all are

Last he burns my future
On the palsms
A blob without definition
But I can still grasp in my hands

The Serpent

Train slows
Metal on metal
Waking his attention
Artificial serpent before him
Covered in scales of graffiti
A thousand voices
Connected to unseen faces
He senses the possibilities unknown

The ground is dying
In this town he calls his home
Crops choke on the dust of failure
Deserting people
Left holding the grains
Of dreams wihtout fruition

Boards and Nails
Line empty shops
Empty Streets
Empty Faces
No longer pretending

Children roam in packs
Seeking some form of self-amusement
Unable to summon the hope of their parents
A hope even they know is a lie
He watches their passing

Broken church
Long disused
Songs of joy long silenced
When did we become the forsaken
Your influence long distant

He turns to that snake
Hating what it promised
The promises it took
Charming its viewers
In the hypnotic gaze of progress

Wishing it away
His tired legs
Slowly walk him home
The only real place
Where serpents can't lie