Cobbles wait to be trodden.
wait to be trodden.
Butterflys flutter by
this crooked flower twisted yellow
Big noise from Winetka lingers on my left in the ear blown out
along the road.
Framed art fills my mind
When a man gets on the Beluga Caviar, well....
To the well one last time.
well water's run dry
as well as message poems
"fingers of the sun"as well as on stone slabs.
according to a well-known anecdote, a cobbler detected a fault in
the shoe of a figure
My mind is too well-written.
men fear forgetting their minds men,
fear falling men