PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I wore the Ginsberg influence on my sleeve.  Kerouac and Bukowski were tattooed on my soul.  The stamps on my forehead seeped ink into my brain.  I never felt any shame in being influenced by others.  We all cannibalize our ancestors.  I only worried that of my ability to transcend and rise above.  After all, the goal is always to transcend and push the envelope.  The sin is only in the failure to nab the quintessence of pure poetry.  And that fear and shame motivates me to keep digging deeper and deeper. . .

these henna tattoos

decorate my arm and soul

fading so slowly