to conquer time and space

[mylifeinajar]

my body:
a scroll
of fine caligraphic scars
outlining ancient languages
and two decades worth
of self-obsession.

each mark
an antique translation
of heroic tales,
gore and glory
and only sons sacrificed
for the betterment
of the human race.

i regret none
excepting the
slow-to-fade imperfections
and kissing you -
giving sins to confess,
but if i'll capatilize any
proper name
aside from
those of musicians
what sins have i
except a gaping hole
an absence of love
for rock and roll.