The only place where as a photographer I grow ..
thanks to all those friends who helped me
understand photography ..friends very dear
very close added a dimension to this street
poet slammer firoze ..to replace my alcohol
dependence with a a camera a greater addiction
I cosmically chose ..from the interiors of dark
bowels of steaming rum I rose ..leaving behind
on the sidewalk of life my earthly imaginative
morbid mawkish moribund woes ..I chose poetry
instead of hackneyed prose ..the flesh rebelled
the spirits now in deathly repose ..
my 10673 poem..upclose ..flickr made me a poet
why only god knows ..sometimes half full sometimes
half empty .. a moment within a moment overflows