Brian Oliveri

Anguishing Artisan

I had written a large book of poetry that of which I have narrowed down to 175 poems.

Black and white photos on the floor
wife struggling twice at the door
old equipment affecting all right
artistry loose, cropping tight
images to presently save
models of people, who once gave
interesting poses, pictures of noses
split second, happier accidents capture
historical eyes of pain and rapture
depictions reality diversified,
simplified sunlight, naturally will hide
lives of average people, broken
photographers mustache, pipe token
representing more than a life's work
all together taping up pictures perk
studio small bare feet, snapping
subjects of the system, napping
relaxed and handsome, instances got
trial and error, no schooling, self taught
the artists lunch conversations. Who bought?