What Do You See Poem by Cigar Aficionado

When you look at my picture
a dirty face more and hungry.
Futures past and fallen angels
playing at you house for supper?
Biographies lay dormant unused
unseen driving by my window.
When you look at my picture do
you think I have a Swiz account
or live at the Cain festival all of
two weeks a year I saw you there.
You called your chauffeur who
shamed me away out of fear?
Send me love in an envelope of hope.