Paper Tiger

Aad de Gids i didn't knew of dead writers but felt this poem in the double stream of the inner tattoo of the research of carcinogenic cells and an outer tattoo of a coogar eating away at guilt.

torturing fakir conscience

 

vague hellish tattoo needle

outlining a distant roaring blot

 

inking the unknown as injected veins

clear up for X-rays to see

 

feeling each lousy sting

piercing and coloring spirit stuff

 

2

 

the dashing blot appears

taking form as a charcoal cougar

 

eating at my guilt

devouring every gold leaf

templar feeling I have

 

3

 

Leaving me barely a doodling stick

man

 

navigating this figurine on an empty desert

page that smells of pang