dreaming of all the bottles
but he had no money so
simply window shop ..his
dreams of booze more booze
like a film running in his head
non stop.. unaware of this god
sent photo op to a figurative
street photographer prolific who
shoots garbage beggars street
barber shops ..women in hijab
at bus stops ..when bad days came
he gave away all his silver jewelry
at the sleazy silver pawn shops
empty pockets waiting for hope
some monsoonal raindrops ..no
he wont shoot mountains flowers
insects chubby cheeks table tops
using the camera as the text book
of life thanks to dickens balzac
dostovesky ,,..masters of his
photographic workshop...paying
his heartfelt tribute to the fiddler
on the roof top..if i were a rich man
i would certainly be the craziest
loony bastard ,, not this fucked flop
dedicated to a very dear friend Alex.. On Whats Up
