tattoos are subject to oxodization too

you have a tatoo
to archive the treasuremaps you've stammered through

the first, your worst memory engraved in your arm
a heart emblazed to remind you that love can harm
rewinding the celluloid of your mind-maze
you find yourself engaged in a stale bong haze
of smoke you choked on 'til dawn
of riddles tickling your throat sore
with your girlfriend of two days
two days before
she wasn't there anymore

the second, sits on your wrist
where knives kissed with whispers
forgotten in the dark
an ace of spades wherein you dug your grave for corporate america
and doned the blue-collar longsleeves of commonplace mediocracy

the third, a bed of roses with a pillow of thorns
adorning the brow of your personal jesus temp service
nimbus fading like sexy blue-jeans in a '97 summer dashboard
forgotten as the lipstick stain on your favorite prepubecent white tee boxed for goodwill

the fourth, is a name
a name that was covered by number six
because it never really worked out afterall
eventhough forever is forever
our minds only fathom the finite
and forget that there is canvas beneath the paint

the fifth, is your rite of passage unperceived
on the surface of dean's list finger snapping
golf clapping for the bird on the hole the whole world is watching
in instant replay on the evening resume
a tribal of black that probally has a meaning
other than believing
you can sustain your brain on fermented grain
and train your bladder to refrain from laughing at all the wrong parts of the movie

the sixth, a black hole
devouring the enterprise of your innocence
photon torpedos no longer glowing
but in the right light you can still faintly read the NCC-1701 of jessica

the seventh,