Ink With E.H.

for a challenge in creative poetry and yes that would be E.H. Monroe

As I walked through the door

The buzzing reached my ears

Thick smoke filled the air

I guess the No SMOKING sign

Didn’t apply

Then I was handed a beer

 

In the center of the room

Sat Mr. Monroe himself

Smoking a cigarette

Yelling Cheers.

 

I thought to myself

For a moment

Then started

To back out the door

When his voice yelled

Get back here!

 

I froze where I was standin’

Looking around the room

Floor litter with drawing paper

Bottle of Jack Daniels

Properly placed on the counter

Soda cans scattered around

I guess when your outta coke

Pepsi will have to do.

 

My first thoughts

Were run like hell

His scar was bleeding

And looked a little bruised

Oh, Hell

What had I gotten myself

into?

 

 

I sat down beside him

That’s when the shots

Began

My vision became blurry

As the liquor

Went to my head

Next thing I knew

He had the tattoo gun

in his hand

 

I woke to sight

Of a naked lady

And a dragon

Laying in the sand

For my first tattoo

Isn’t this grand

 

I pulled down my shirt

And threw money

On the table

He whispered

In my ear

COME AGAIN

Then smiled

With a toothy grin.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Ha! I love this!...

Seems Mr. Monroe doesn't take kindly to rules...he sounds like a man who doesn't give two Sh*ts....throwing caution to the wind...

I like that he is blunt and rugged with his tats... hanging out with wild one, fresh! ;)

Well penned!

[Poetic Beauty]

Thank you. This is an old pen. I am revisiting some of those pieces today. E.H. work is still up on here to read. He is one amazing person once you get to know him. I am trying to get him to start writing again. It has been ages since he staggered among these hollow halls.

[InkSlinger]

Well done, love the imagery you draw the reader into.. I found myself sitting next to you, waiting for my ink..

[E.H. Monroe]

It's goshe as f**k to review a poem about me so I will say the following

you wouldn't be allowed to the elave the bar.
I WOULD in fact get everyone drunk
My scar probably would bleed.
there would be a fight involved and yup there would probably be a tattoo to remind you of the mistake of hanging out with my horrid a*s in the first place.

HO HO
love it

[Jibey]

Clever description of the seedy atmosphere and then tattooist's assault... Potential for experiences on other parts of the anatomy... I'm willing to have a go... *grins*

[roarke]

I remember the contest you had. Glad the tat was in the "northern hemisphere"

yer only encouraging him by throwin' money on the table though, he eats that stuff up.

your tattoo could be metaphor, could be allegory, seems the session might have lasted more than a couple hours, maybe a couple days.... you never know with E.H.M.

[roy mccarthy]

that's a real cool write......
almost like an old western :)
when i'm outta coke i call up my dealer ;)

[Lily Mae]

Hahahaha I love it...xx

[The Analog Kid]

This is fun and reads like a story. Nice job.