Red Cracks Poem by Madrason .

I have a tattoo
burned into my flesh
it is alive and fresh
it is an ever burning wound
I cannot stop it if I would
it could turn me off
but still beat strong
and move along
how did the needle stiff
just stifle me
or trifle me
so much
I'm out of touch
with triviality
pump me up
fertility or buttercup
and stitch those cracks snitch
bitch a bite inside for appetite
just love me still fructitiously
-yes pull some strings
this man calls love-
and cross eternity! M