Michael sent in photos of two tattoos, including this one:
Michael informs us that the set of words inscribed on his flesh
"...is a poem called Oh Yes by Charles Bukowski. I got it done at Por Vida Tattoo in Upland, California. I got it done because at that time in my life poetry was becoming more of a hobby to me and I was beginning to see my world changing in front of me. Friends that got married and had kids right after high school were finding out that things weren't going exactly as they had planned. The poem represents the realization that there is much I have to do in life before I worry about settling down simply because I think I have to."He also sent us this piece:
Michael explains:
"The second tattoo in the same arm is of the poetry muse, Erato. I basically liked the image I googled. The original artist is Sir Edward John Poynter and it was done in 1870.Michael sent us this poem, as well:
I had the tattoo done in Montclair, Ca at Skills for Thrills tattoo shop. Me being a poet wanted to have the muse with me all the time. Even though we believe we should be lucky to have her whisper those golden lines into our ears I thought, why not have her around all the time. I am not going to stop writing any time soon and I don't take for granted all I have been given because of writing so this was for her, the muse. Both tattoos were done on my lower left arm."
The Coltrane
I am a
top-hat-black-tie-poetry-party ditcher
off wandering the
downtown streets of my mind with a
kool-aid pitcher in my hand, rice crispy treats in my backpack and a beach ball
somewhere
over everyone
like the dot to the letter i. I
am looking
for myself. And
rumor has it I was last seen standing at the edge of a woman’s heart facing tomorrow, screaming
I’LL DO IT. I’LL JUMP before turning around
to see that she
was already long gone, leaving only a note that read
“please, just clean up the mess." I guess I would then
head in the direction of the park because
poetry is nature
and sheets of paper
walk the same way leaves do when the wind calls
and pens click December raindrops.
Aha,
my imagination has left me trails of sheet music
so I walk to the jazz notes waiting
for the next Coltrane to take me
home.
There! In the park I see
me, running towards the lake.
Piano keys ripple across the water like a tossed pebble
fucking up the order of time cuz now when I look at my reflection, I see me
but he
is
a little boy
trying to dance
to the ranchera music moving across the back porch
at a neighbor's party he, I mean I, snuck into, all
the adults there speaking Spanish,
cigarette tongues laughing ash onto my, I mean his,
head.
He is we, only 7, and I at 25
have forgotten what I was suppose to find
in the first place. He is happy and
I wanna be
me again.
I jump in-to
sky
blue,
break water skin,
breathe out,
breathe in.
~ ~ ~
Michael Torres was born and raised in Pomona, California. He was exposed to poetry at an early age, learning the works of William Shakespeare, Langston Hughes and Emily Dickinson to name a few. He has been published in Beatlick News, The Chiron Review, Left Coast Review, and Solo Press. His first chapbook of poetry, The Beautiful Distraction was published by Finishing Line Press. Michael is currently in school pursuing a degree in creative writing at the University of California, Riverside. He lives in Pomona, Ca.
Thanks to Michael for sharing his poetry and tattoos with us here on the Tattooed Poets Project!
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