Balthazar the Tattoo Man

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Balthazar

By Michele Habel-Coffey

 

The images flow across his skin

I glimpse his art –without, within

Born of pain and needles thin

 

A deepened sort of midnight blue

Outside the edges, bleeding through

And for a fee, he’ll bleed you too

 

Behind the blood, a colored scar

Fairies, Christ, and Balthazar

Meandering in local bars

 

So paint upon a canvas sacred

Covering – leaving less so naked

Flesh and pain are what you make it

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