Illustrate Man
An illustrated man wears his heart, upon his sleevebut indeed, they are only parts of the whole,as ink pours profusely from the skinthe blues welling up into the penLike listening to tattoos and taboosin room of full friends, telling one anotherstories of the worst thing, that they ever done,Just the truth laying bare, naked and unafraidIt takes all night and into the morning to shareOne by one sorted things, fall upon the tableLaughing, crying, with shock and aweThe cold mechanics of street life on display,for our world to see a fragmented lifelike a hapless bird turn apart by a catHere a broken wing, there a?Well it was once somethingI digress, the point being,Im feeling so bad, after all these yearsHow could you, listen to all your friendsand when it was your turn, to expressThe worst thing I ever done,was to listen, then get up from that circle,Saying, I will not do thatand walk out into the sun
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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