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Feb 2013
Black flakes fall from my side like
Charred skin

Shapely scars
Poetry mostly

“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt… so it goes”
This hip don’t lie

Of all the scar-stories this body tells
I like poetry the best

Though the ones I didn’t pay for
Are more poetic maybe
Their stories longer
A journey
Across the throat
Chest horizon
Knuckle toothed

This body once holie
Now healed
Inked in poetry
Now holy

Like charred skin
Stained black
Falling
from my side
I think I am taking that Walt Whitman line a little too seriously. "And your body shall be a great poem." Another poetry tattoo.
Jon Tobias
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Jon Tobias  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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