Paper Tiger Poem by Martin Lochner

1

O torturing fakir conscience

vague hellish tattoo needle
outlining a distant roaring blot

inking the unknown as injected veins
clear up for X-rays to see

feeling each lousy sting
piercing and coloring spirit stuff

2

the dashing blot appears
taking form as a charcoal cougar

eating at my guilt
devouring every gold leaf
templar feeling I have

3

Leaving me barely a doodling stick
man

navigating this figurine on a empty desert
page that smells of pang