standing at the edge of a gutter
with the camera round her neck
nerjis asif shakir two year old
steadily shot the last temptation
last pangs deathly throes of a bike
once perhaps good times it had seen..
robust rough tough rocklike ..
but good things dont last for long
when bad times strong winds strike
away from glory the long drives
now disarmingly ghostlike .. used
abused womanlike ..the sweltring
memories of his touch the fire
between his legs that last hike
dedicated to a bison rider magic eye
lucky strike ..bulletlike
