Tattooist ?

Unthinkable toil...following no clue...not ever really planned...what we feel...We do.

 Not a mighty corporation...but one. Not bridled but wild as the midday sun.

Driven not by truth nor a lie...not balanced but ever moving like the midnight skies.

 No schools are we taught...only wisdom passed down from ancient ancestors around.

Not rich nor poor, not a lawyer or biker, not a judge or a jailbird, not noun but a verb.

No not even seen or heard...but what one feels...not a word.

No-it's something you feel from a line to two, triple techniques too,

 creating what we feel is what we do...

What makes the best is the ones who care, with every poke our love we share.

So when you see a true tattooist alone in his work...

watch him close...

for the unseen forces around him, will show you uncountable fortune of his worth...

His life is his stake...nothing else will he make...

for he knows, yes he knows, the value of the eternal images he creates...

Stopping at no-thing...no holds barred.

 What truly drives him is not a word...

 Brian Flatoff 10-11-1997