Tattoo

I want a tattoo
but you don't know who I am
I'm a mad artist
and a poor writer
With art in the bowels of
that gallery
with Michael
that short
strange faced man
Telling me I'm
one of his permanent artists
As I suffer through lack of sales
with mad hair in the mirror
Someone said I'd be discovered
in Nelson
but I'm going to Jacksonville
to find myself
Where poets and freaks gather
where poets and freaks are the same
Where my friend will put music to
my word
In Jacksonville
they can give me a tattoo
All I know of this place
is a few pages of newspaper
and a friend
who can put music to
my word
In Jacksonville
they can give me a tattoo
I'll see you there
as I quiver on stage
if I make it
Maybe they'll remember me
and my friend
who puts music to my word