Contemplating.

Contemplating.
Wayzata, Minnesota

Monday, March 31, 2014

The Mag - 213

"Wear your heart on your skin in this life." - Sylvia Plath


Thank you Tess, for offering the way, so we may spin a tale to your random photos.


Butterflies are meant to be free.  Never think otherwise.



THE MAG




Tit for Tat

Your body drips of ink
Hank, my darling tat addict.

I propose
Alis volat propriis
slipping down my spine.

 Oh no, you swear
No ink for my lady.
That's what you surmised.
I hate to disagree.  

I never whine as you smear
 cheese on your bananas 
drop blue-cheese and cracker crumbs in bed 
and spurt ketchup over your pickles.
But another tattoo, for you and none for me?

I say take your 
 birds flying out of trees 
lifting off your neck 
and rising up your chin tat
and feast your eyes on this
lovely tat.




As next time we meet 
this is what you'll see.
Exactly this for that.
Baby, it's ink away for this lady
I swear.

14 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

sauce for the gander... :)

JJ said...

"Butterflies are meant to be free. Never think otherwise." How could I not love that?

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I am shocked to see you have an aol email address! Lol! So do you have ink? Cheese on bananas? Gross!

Cloudia said...

Butterflies appreciate you





ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral

=^..^= <3

Silent Otto said...

Hank had it comin ' , i would say !
Good one mate

Unknown said...

Ketchup over pickles? That's worse than drowning french fries in vinegar!

Unknown said...

Ketchup over pickles? That's worse than drowning french fries in vinegar!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Butterflies were meant to appear in our blogs...and they soon will be here again!

P.S. Jerry, pickles without ketchup are like bricks without straw.
~

Berowne said...

Slick, nimble writing; well done.

Tess Kincaid said...

Go for it...

Cait O'Connor said...

It's ink away, all the way, great!

Cait O'Connor said...

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Helena said...

I thINK I like this! A lot!

21 Wits said...

I do have aol like nearly since the Stone Age! A good many of my poems are all fantasy! Not one tat on my body, yet!