Balthazar the Tattoo Man




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

Tattoo Man