Cobbles wait to be trodden.

Cobbles wait to be trodden.

Butterflies flutter by hook-

Ed flower twisted yellow tortured body

Big noise from Winetka lingers on my left in the ear blown out along the road.

Framed art overfills my mind

When a man gets on the Beluga caviar, well....

To the well one last time.

Well water's run dry

Well met

As well as message poems


According to a well-known anecdote, a cobbler detected a fault in the shoe of a figure*




As well

As well.

My mind is too well-written.

Says Huang-po says

men fear forgetting their minds men

fear falling men

fear men

fear falling


My mind

Thots Lernd

So well?