Some of what passes as poetry or art is as incomprehensible as speaking in tongues. A tattoo artist doesn't employ the same wastefulness. After all, putting a Jackson Pollock on a customer's bicep probably wouldn't give a special message. Nor are they likely to needle into someone's back "During ramification caracoleos descends pressure" framed by a heart. Today, a tattoo artist said, "It sounds like the revolution has started; ... ." There are no deep poetics here.