with ugly borders
hideous watermarks
photography its soul
its essence simple
stark i can only
shoot what i was
destined to shoot
i dont need to bark
let pictures speak
as they leave their
mark yes a beggar
poet barefeet in
a cosmic park
searching for
spectral light
at the end of
the tunnel
when everything
goes dark..
as a photographer
i decided to perish
without boarding
photographers '
elitist noahs ark
poem dedicated
to my friend mentor
thomas hawk
