adventures-of-the-average-man

[adventures-of-the-average-man]

I called into work, yesterday and today. Sick with a broken heart. This medicine is strong and I don't know if my body can handle the cure.

[adventures-of-the-average-man]

[adventures-of-the-average-man]

Coverup Tattoo

Cover Up Tattoo – A poem about letting go of a beautiful young transman, to and for a beautiful young transman

Bear with me here

You remind me of American Traditional

Even though you’re anything but

A Traditional American that is

Not that you aren’t an

American                     Traditional

      Tattoo

Do you see what I did there?

I stumbled over my words

And I second guessed my choices

Like how I would second guess a tattoo

Even if it was my favorite style         American Traditional

You should stop to look up American Traditional Tattoos

You sang me a song

So I wrote you a poem

And

         once again I’m rambling

I hate to say that you do that to me

But let me eventually find my pace

If you’d please still hear my case

Let me start again.

I thought you would be simple

Like American Traditional

With bold defined lines

The colors kept inside

You find those parlors in the dark somewhere taboo

Like a sailor on shore with his whore

Or a coke head trying to score

Or on grindr late at night

But

That’s not right

That’s too crass

But

Still

Making you blush was such a rush

Like that coke head wanting more

The needle makes you soar

Sweet but painful like a fading high

Or sweet but painful

Like getting an American  Traditional  Tattoo

You’re simple, exactly how I knew a young man would be

But

You’re simple, exactly how American Traditional should---

                                                                                                                Believe me when I say you’re something more

The simple black lines can’t define

The kaleidoscope of your mind

That no black bars could confine

Somethings I shouldn’t rhyme

Maybe you’ve read between the bold black lines

Where a labor of love is trapped, outlined

The mark is there but you aren’t mine

I hate to say I thought you would be confined

Inside the bold black lines

Of American Traditional Tattoos

Right now ink is overflowing

Right now ink is overflowing

No, you’re much too strange

Too undefined

Sometimes maligned

Always beautifully sublime

Like watercolors that burst to life, flowing where they will, staining white sheets with vibrant colors and hues, dissipating from golden cadmium yellow to soft pastel blues

I said that I loved you as a soul, without romance, and that was true

But I still wanted you to be mine

But you still shouldn’t be confined

Inside the bold black lines

Of American Traditional Tattoos

No, you shouldn’t

So don’t let me second guess this

And thank you for showing me that my broken heart can still love again, I hope to always count you as a friend.  

I love how when you say thank you, you mean it. I love how when you say sorry, you mean it.

Thank you and sorry,

Mxxxx