Pardon me, sir.
May I borrow
your squalor
for a photograph?
I love
the repetition
of those wrinkles in your brow.
Hold it, please.
The contrast
of your brown skin
against the white plaster chipping
is marvelous.
When I
get them developed
I'll send you a print.
They'll look great in my portfolio.
Thank you
and your wife
and your eight kids
for this pose in poverty.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
Pardon me, sir.
May I borrow
your squalor
for a photograph?
I love
the repetition
of those wrinkles in your brow.
Hold it, please.
The contrast
of your brown skin
against the white plaster chipping
is marvelous.
When I
get them developed
I'll send you a print.
They'll look great in my portfolio.
Thank you
and your wife
and your eight kids
for this pose in poverty.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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