Tattoo
Creatures of the night come out in full daylight under shades Moving to their watering holes or hunting grounds According to their momentary appetite Touting cryptic messages on their skins Like leopards messaging to their kin Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
The Sunday Messenger resting on a bench When you have no wall for the writing You tattoo your message on your skin At times of uncertain identity The messages may vary Life readings are always mysterious Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Messenger is the most dangerous title in London Going cryptic is the easy solution But like the message in a bottle Sender and reader are oceans apart The masters take offence of contradiction Even worse if the truth appears naked in broad daylight We live on an island of deadly paradox Where the rusty iron […]