Four Poems by Tattoo 75 — AKA Theodore Taylor

My Dream Job

My dream job would be writing songs for up and coming young bands
Lyrics and music and ideas
Band names and logos
Ideas for merchandise and albums
Concept albums or singles
Songs about Women and Cities
Albums that have dimensions
”Different styles of music from Punk Rock, Goth and Metal “
To alternative, Indie, and Modern Rock
”All the different styles that are relevant
I know it would be a killer job to produce and mold younger acts
As well as having gigs myself
From bar bands to college groups
All that Rock n Roll will bring on with guitars, drums, and microphones, the looks, the sounds
And the merch tables, backdrops and the fans,
The music and the clubs,
Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll
On with the show

What to Do When You Need To Take Care of Yourself

Mind, spirit, Body, Psyche, Intuition
Reason agility strength superstition
Brainiac soulful anatomy Will
Cranium Ether empathy thrills
I want to fly and grow
Become invisible center of the show
Superego Id and the Shadow
Devil horns and pitchfork wings with halo
Witness watcher meditation Om
Heart head hands and home
American Indian Blackfoot Abenaki
Shaman Warlock spiritual walkie talkie
Radio Waves Brain Waves Alpha and Delta
Food, Manna, Water, life, shelter
I want to heal be peaceful…
Wild poetic antipsychotic & beautiful

What Scares Me The Most

My own evil deep down inside
Down so deep where demons hide
I see the monster in a mirror of dreams
A Bloody bludgeoned macabre fiend
Wasting his life with heroin and cocaine
Amphetamines alcohol and a soul gone insane
Afraid to succeed scared to fail
Fall down again but the human prevails
My shadow self is a ghost on the prowl
Werewolf vampire doppelganger howl
Silhouette Russian roulette for my reflection
Striving living and dying for perfection
Losing my freedom, locked in a cage,
Rats, losers, spiders, and monsters enraged
Killers haters wasted away in Hell
Building a tower I scream and yell
At myself for being too kind and too used
Just another human needing some abuse
Watching through the outside looking in
Another maniac drowning in sin
Mortal sorrowful sad and true
Angelic lustful lost to the noose

For A Moment I Felt Like Myself Again

When I put my fingers on the strings
When the Rhythm started to bring
Back memories of bars and girls
Backrooms and stages in this world
The buzz I felt when the music flowed
My heart my chain my soul it glowed
Running away into the darkest night
Under the stars and the pale moonlight
I feel wild and I feel so damn free
When her arms are wrapped around me
I want love I want satisfaction
Not just humanistic react reaction
I felt like I was eighteen again
Partying and dancing with my old friends
Living life like a brakeless car
Wishing and hoping on a shooting star
It’s Eleven-Eleven, make a wish
I miss her dearly our very last kiss
I remember what it felt to be
Young eighteen wild and free…