I’m not a man of love,
I’m a smiling man.

A bird am I,
No wings to fly,I lie.

I’m a selfish wanderer
Looking for a little life.

I must be remembered,
Like unwatered whiskey-
Strong and bitter.

Everyday I lick my sorrows,
And run a little.

Lick my words like fried meat,
Dead and tasty.

This is my poetry,
An unwanted photograph.