self-portrait with a Holga

self-portrait with a Holga

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

A HAND SHAKE and A DREAM


I offered to shake her hand

a moment frozen in time
nothing but a cold stare
waiting
wondering
just one word.

maybe not.






an esoteric dream
crushed
your not real
cold
i reached out for your hand
nothing
my heart was broken
my money is
gone
the knowledge i gained
i got on my own
your so called class room
a virtual joke
the lies you told yourself
the horse threw you
before that final blow
exposed
i laugh
but first i cried
my heart was broken
reborn without you.

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