Tattooed Lady Poem by Norman F. Santos

Frantic over the fountain of exhaustion
A nonsequitur savant staggered in ablution
To succor her bloodshot eyes, and the vile
Stain in her fluid tongue, and meanwhile
The world watched as her lashes fluxed
Like a picturesque scene concealed in a soundtrack;
A pristine treachery, flouncing with her secrets.

Accompanied by scorching angostura and gin
And in attrition revealed a perverted maudlin
A spurious veneer unapt for her russet locks
And her svelte motion that stealthily skulks
Consoling the wolves with a mellifluous bromide
Disparaging the jocund gamine that confides
Inside an oppressed courtesan, herself, benumbed.

Fulminating like a supernova in her repose
Draping, smothering the guilt and morose
As she trampled conscientiously in the tiger’s lair
Her flare of resilience vie to comb the wisps of air
With her melancholy, with her tacit torments
And reveal the lass tattooed with predicaments
I advanced toward her stance, she declined and smiled.