The jewish tattooist
was earnestly truest
when set on all fours
and inscribing the bluest
of etchings on boors
while the rabbis and whores
from the devonshire moors
would lurk at his doors,
take tobacco and chew it,
stretch ravenous jaws
and then yammer and yaw
and roar at the poor
man whose custom was fewest
in lieu of their tour
from the cavernous floor
of those devonshire moors
and how he would rue it
that fleeing from wars
the idea had formed
- in his bald he grew it -
to be a tattoist
where treacherous whores
would ready their claws,
scrape with their paws,
rattle hard on his doors
and caw at his laws
when the summer was bluest.
Author notes
I was in Barnstaple t'other day and we saw a tattoo parlour (Izal's) with a very ethnic-looking Jew in the doorway, talking on his mobile; someone mentioned the "jewish tattooist". I ALSO found an old bookshop and bought a collection of old science fiction, 'The Cloud Walker' (I've been looking for that for ages), 'Mother Russia' and a book called 'Centuries' by Attanasio. Ooh, indeed.
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Comments
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whores and rabbies. excellent combination. i did smiled when i was going through this piece, i love the flow and i love your choices of words. it was nice read, thanks.
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