Friday, January 25, 2013

when you are poor broke ...you literally choke

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when i was
a child precocious
breaking hands legs
on a precipice of life
i stood my body
parts made of wood
than when i grew up
i fell in love slavishly
with her womanhood
broke my heart my spirit
time unrepentant stood
poetically exhausted
lost the reason to live
my shop with all its goods
my passion my pathos
she stupidly misunderstood

dedicated to a great humble street photographer
akbar simonse ..would like to shoot like him if i could

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