but i wont
come back
to this
fucked
world on
my dead
body i
have sworn
i am man
simply
garbage porn
fucked forlorn
on the soul
of humanity
i weep i mourn
i break my
karmic cycle
i refuse to
be reborn
no more sunsets
no more dawn
time to
rise shine
it is quarter
past nine
the woman
you love will
soon come
online ..
dont fuck
sulk and pine
a puppet on
her string
you filthy
swine ..
she is
neither his
she is neither
mine ..a cock
tease cybernetic
facebook concubine
hooked bait and sinker
on her line ..deleted
doomed a goddess
divine ...serpentine
in a bandra
barbers shop
i vacantly sit
searching
for peace
wisdom wit
mirrored
on the wall
characters
of a satanic
skit ..trying
to become
human bit
by bit
my cosmic
thoughts
as they
flit ..like
demonic
flies licking
shit ..
i try i try
fuck i
dont get it
my barefeet
in a bowl of
tears lukewarm
smokeless tepid
because of the
bad potholed roads
instead of the government
the ricksha union leaders
took the poor common
man to task.. fleecing
his 'soul his ass so
the common man became
a beggar as time came
to pass .. now the ricksha wallas
have no passengers ..alas
Dr Glenn Losack
The Furious Physician
From Manhattan New York
And The Beggar Poet
In a Single Frame
Shot by a 4 year
old child ..youngest
street photographer
her notoriety to fame
influenced by two
rivers diverse
but same
black and white
light and shadow
it became her
heritage she was
born to claim
photography is
in born said
the master
of the game
